A Lua Dos Amantes

Look at the moon of lovers
Look what happiness
Shining now as before
In the sky of freedom

For those who sleep in the open air
For those who stay up late
Love is not small
Much less the truth

Go go go
For me, love
Go go go
Because I'm going too

In the street of pleasures
In the square of the afflicted
Where the most beautiful black people
From Bahia go to dance

Gathering all races
The heart has no color
When they arrive at the square
The poet extends his hand.