Não Deixe o Samba Morrer
Alcione
Don't Let the Samba Die
Don't let the samba die
Don't let the samba end
The hill was made of samba
Of samba for us to dance
When I can no longer
Step on the avenue
When my legs
Can't bear it anymore
Carry my body
Along with my samba
My bamba ring
I give to whoever deserves to wear
When I can no longer
Step on the avenue
When my legs
Can't bear it anymore
Carry my body
Along with my samba
My bamba ring
I give to whoever deserves to wear
I will stay
In the middle of the people watching
My School losing or winning
Another carnival
Before saying goodbye
I leave to the youngest samba player
My final request
Before saying goodbye
I leave to the youngest samba player
My final request
Don't let the samba die
Don't let the samba end
The hill was made of samba
Of samba, for us to dance
Don't let the samba die
Don't let the samba end
The hill was made of samba
Of samba, for us to dance
When I can no longer
Step on the avenue
When my legs
Can't bear it anymore
Carry my body
Along with my samba
My bamba ring
I give to whoever deserves to wear
When I can no longer
Step on the avenue
When my legs
Can't bear it anymore
Carry my body
Along with my samba
My bamba ring
I give to whoever deserves to wear
I will stay
In the middle of the people watching
My School losing or winning
Another carnival
Before saying goodbye
I leave to the youngest samba player
My final request
Before saying goodbye
I leave to the youngest samba player
My final request
Don't let the samba die
Don't let the samba end
The hill was made of samba
Of samba, for us to dance
Don't let the samba die
Don't let the samba end
The hill was made of samba
Of samba, for us to dance
