Samba Bombom

Good, good, good, what a good samba
What a sweet, good, good samba
What a samba, what a good samba
What a beautiful samba

Way for us to listen
I don't even know who sings
Who made that samba there?
I just know it went in through my ear
And it hit deep in my heart

Play again
That I want to learn the song
I like samba
But not every samba touches me
In the world of samba
It's not just any samba

That will touch me
I arrived at the wheel
And I caught the crowd singing
That samba there
Play that samba again
Nice to hear

This samba is the face of the people here
It's Chief, it's Tupã, it's Tupi-Guarani
It's the voice of the favela
It's the ghetto people
It's white, it's black
A take on the old with a modern touch

It sounds like Candeia singing Cartola
For Almir Guineto
It stuck in my head
I only remember the chorus
I find myself alone
Singing, dancing samba
And hitting the palm of the hand

Good, good, good, what a good samba
What a sweet, good, good samba
What a samba, what a good samba