Carioca da Gema

I’m known as a hustler, a true samba man
And in this whole wide world, I’m a big jokester
I’ve got the sun of joy, I’ve got the gift of the good life
With money or without money, it’s all good, no stress
But if they invade my turf, cross my path
I know how to stay small, I fight well, I give suggestions
But I’ve got a good heart, happiness is my motto
Everyone knows who I am, I’m a true Carioca
A dreamer with my feet on the ground, my city is a poem

Everyone knows who I am, I’m a true Carioca (my people)
I’m a true Carioca from the egg (again)
I’m a true Carioca from the egg
It’s so Carioca to push the bill to the end of the month
And still be seen as a good customer
Who keeps their promises, who plays the drum
Who climbs up to Penha and Christ the Redeemer
Who plays the tantan, shows off, and yells in Maracanã (goal!)
The good Carioca doesn’t change their mind or block anyone
They’ve got good health, a lot of patience to ride the train
Dates on Quinta and dies of love
But has compassion if they see too much pain
They’ve got a cheerful outlook and even set fire if the flame goes out

It’s wonderful, don’t take it the wrong way
My Rio is a party, it’s a postcard
The Carioca crowd that’s born and reborn
When it’s carnival
Carioca from Ipanema and the suburbs of Central
From Tom Jobim’s song to Marçal’s beat
From Vicentina’s beans to Amaral’s feijoada