Disseram Que Eu Voltei Americanizada

And they said I came back Americanized
With loads of money
That I'm very rich
That I can't stand the pandeiro's break anymore
And I get goosebumps listening to a cuíca

They said that with my hands
I'm worried
And it runs around
That I know some gossip
That I no longer have sauce, rhythm, or anything
And there are no more trinkets left

But why so much venom towards me?
Can I really stay Americanized?
I who was born with samba and live in the open air
Enjoying the old batucada all night long

In the circles of streetwise folks, my favorites
I say I love you, and never I love you
As long as there is Brazil
When it comes to food
I'm all about shrimp stew with chayote!