Sou de Arerê

Arrived at the lively samba circle
Swearing to hit
anyone who looked at me

And knowing the tough woman
I softened the ladies
so the samba wouldn't end

It seems like a lie, buddy
No one believes when told
When the woman scratches herself
her nose twitches

Lifts the butt to the side
Moves hands on the hips
Spins the whole Bahian
Shakes the shoulders and says

(I am!)
I'm from Arerê
I rock it
No bitch will mock
my man