Faceira

It was at a samba
With cool people, hey, cool people
That I met you, sassy
Making faces, tripping

How nice, how nice, how nice

It was at a samba
With cool people, hey, cool people
That I met you, sassy
Making faces, tripping

And you came down from the hill
To live here in the city
Leaving your friends sad
Crazy with longing

But, beautiful child
I have faith, I have hope
That one day, you will return
Right back to your place

It was at a samba
With cool people, hey, cool people
That I met you, sassy
Making faces, tripping

When the drumming starts
The crowd gets annoyed
The tambourine doesn't do anything
The barrel put away

Your company
Makes the drums speak
Enchanting the tambourine
Come to the samba, trust me