Sala de Recepção

Inhabited by simple and poor people
That only has the Sun that covers everyone
How can you, Mangueira, sing?

Well then know that we don't want anything else
At night, the silver moon, silent, hears our songs
There is a cross up there, where we say our prayers
We are proud to be the first champions

I say and affirm that happiness lives here
That other schools even cry envying your position
My Mangueira, you are the reception room
Here we embrace the enemy as if he were our brother

Inhabited by simple and poor people
That only has the Sun that covers everyone
How can you, Mangueira, sing?

Well then know that we don't want anything else
At night, the silver moon, silent, hears our songs
There is a cross up there where we say our prayers
And we are proud to be the first champions

I say and affirm that happiness lives here
And the other schools even cry envying your position
My Mangueira, you are the reception room
Here we embrace the enemy as if he were our brother

Inhabited by simple and poor people
That only has the Sun that covers everyone
How can you, Mangueira, sing?

Well then know that we don't want anything else
At night, the silver moon, silent, hears our songs
And there is a cross up there where we say our prayers
We are proud to be the first champions