Alegria
Assis Valente
Joy
Joy to sing the batucada,
The brunettes will samba,
Who sambas has joy,
My people were sad, bitter,
Invented the batucada,
To stop suffering,
Hail pleasure, hail pleasure.
I don't want to know about sadness,
Sadness makes me suffer,
I will leave the cruel nostalgia,
I will make batucada,
At night, and during the day I will sing.
Joy to sing the batucada,
The brunettes will samba,
Who sambas has joy,
My people were sad, bitter,
Invented the batucada,
To stop suffering,
Hail pleasure, hail pleasure.
Waiting for happiness,
To see if I will improve,
I will sing, pretending joy,
For humanity,
Not to see me cry.
Joy to sing the batucada,
The brunettes will samba,
Who sambas has joy,
My people were sad, bitter,
Invented the batucada,
To stop suffering,
Hail pleasure, hail pleasure.
