Eu Acredito

I believe
In the poetry of my Brazilian people
I believe
In the revelry of my spirited folks
I believe
In the beat of the drum
In the sway of the girl
And in the rhythm of the tambourine
I believe
In the wildness of the kids
In the samba from my land
And in the forró from Monteiro
I believe
In the Alagoan hammer
In the Pernambuco frevo
In the hammock that sways
In the shade of the Umburana
To the sound of Maracatu
And in the love of Bastiana
I believe, ma'am
I believe, ma'am
I believe, ma'am
I believe, ma'am