Que Tal Um Samba? (feat. Hamilton de Holanda)

A samba
How about a samba
Play a samba, how about that
To chase away the ugly weather
To remedy the damage
How about a drink
A release, a daydream

A samba to brighten the day
To reset the game
Heart on fire
And a cool head
A samba with category, calmly

Fall into the sea, wash the soul
Take a bath in coarse salt, how about
Get out of the pit
Get on with it
See a batuque there on the Valongo pier
Dance jongo at Pedra do Sal
Enter the Gamboa circle

Score a bicycle goal
Give a thrashing
Lie in your loved one’s bed
Awakening poet
Find the rhyme that completes the refrain

Make a baby, how about it
Watching him grow up, raising a child
In a good place, in a nice city
A son with dark skin
With beauty
Very Brazilian, how about
Not with money
But culture

How about pure beauty
At the end of the storm
After creating shell
And losing its tenderness
After a lot of ball missed the goal

Again with an erect spine, how about
Put your hooves together, go to fight
Maintaining your course and cadence
Dispel ignorance, how about

Dismantling brute force
So how about pulling a samba
Playing a cool samba
Pull a cool samba
After so much nonsense
After so much waterfall
After so much defeat
After so much dementia
And motherfucking pain, how about
Play a samba
How about a samba
A samba