It's all ours! Rio, Oswaldo Cruz, Madureira! Hello, Juiz Branco family! Let's go, Portela! To show That my samba style is religious The perfume of love Is your look I'm the one Who never felt The coconut When I received it Passa The perfume of love Is your look I'm the one Who never felt The coconut When I received it Passa Come to know Come to know this love To take hearts Through the carnivals Come to drink from this fountain Where poems are born In springs We have your blue and white hand More beautiful than the sky and the sea Seed Of cotton, titanium and coffee Follow your destiny And you will find Each good thing will come The village Is the light of my path The village Where the mystery lives Has its mission Myths and legends In the spring Each good thing will come The village Is the light of my path The village Where the mystery lives Has its mission Myths and legends In the spring And they sing They sing Pastors and midwives To forget the pain Sadness left The current took They won't go back Oh, yeah, yeah Let the song last Oh, yeah, yeah With inspiration With freedom For your actions Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Come and win, travel Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I will win The village Where the mystery lives I will win The village Where each one knows Come on! Only the old guard Together with the farmers Plays the cruise In the spring In the village of Marquinha The saints have an ovation To show That in the port of Souto It is revitalized It is free It is yours Look around Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Who has never felt The E.P.A. body By having this river Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh This is the story Of the people Who has never felt The E.P.A. body By having this river Come to know Come to know this love Open your heart Through the sea Come Come to know this river Where poems are born In the spring