Canta, Canta Minha Gente
Carla Perez
Sing, Sing My People
Sing, sing, my people.
Leave the sadness behind.
Sing loudly, sing high,
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
Sing the circle samba,
The samba-song and the torn samba.
Sing the break samba,
The modern samba and the square samba.
Sing ciranda, frevo,
Côco, maxixe, baião and xaxado,
But don't sing about that pretty girl,
Because she's with her husband by her side.
Sing, sing, my people.
Leave the sadness behind.
Sing loudly, sing high,
Life will get better.
Life will get better.
Who sings drives away their troubles,
Up on the hill or dancing on the asphalt.
I sing the samba-enredo,
A slow samba and a high partido.
It's been a long time since I've heard
That syncopated samba.
But I really can't sing
While watching the square sun rise.
Sing, sing, my people.
Leave the sadness behind.
Sing loudly, sing high,
Life will get better.
Life will get better
