Negro Coração
Ana Paula da Silva
Black Heart
If only it wasn't
So far to Bahia
If only
To wake up in the sway of the sea
Had my samba
Beaten the magic
Of the mischievous swagger
And the samba from there
If I were the owner of the captaincy
Crazy in the head
Sick in the foot
Knew the worth
That this joy has
Wouldn't muffle
The leather of Zé's drum
Knew the taste
Of revelry
Would import from Bahia
The seasoning of candomblé
Knew the taste
Of revelry
Would import from Bahia
The seasoning of candomblé
The drum beats
On the continent
Black heart
Black heart
Brown America daughter
Of the African nation
Of the African nation
If only it wasn't
So far to Bahia
Had my samba
Beaten the magic...
