Faceira
Ary Barroso
Sassy
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
