Olê, Olá

Don't cry just yet, 'cause I've got a guitar
And we're gonna sing
Happiness can come around and listen here
And if it’s samba, it’s gonna want to stay
Your priest rings the bell so everyone will know
That the night is young, that samba's a kid
That pain is so old it could just die
Hey, hey, hey, hello
There's plenty of samba, if you know how to dance
Come join the circle, show off your moves
But be careful now, no crying allowed

Don't cry just yet, 'cause I've got a reason
For you not to weep
Friend, forgive me if I’m pushing too hard
But life is good for those who sing
My friend, play it loud so everyone can wake up
Don’t talk about life, don’t talk about death
Have mercy on the girl, don’t let her cry
Hey, hey, hey, hello
There's plenty of samba, if you know how to dance
Come join the circle, show off your moves
But be careful now, no crying allowed

Don't cry just yet, 'cause I have a feeling
That samba's on its way
And a samba so huge that sometimes I think
Even time itself will stop to listen
Moonlight, wait a bit, so my samba can arrive
I know the guitar is weak, it’s hoarse
But my voice hasn’t tired of calling
Hey, hey, hey, hello
There's plenty of samba, but no one wants to dance
No one’s left to sing, and there’s no more room
The sun arrived before the samba did
Those passing by don’t care, they’re off to work
And you, my friend, can start to cry now