Tristeza Pé no Chão

I gave a squeeze of longing
On my tambourine
I wet the cloth of the cuíca
With my tears
I gave my waiting time
For the marking and sang
My life on the avenue without excitement

I gave a squeeze of longing
On my tambourine
I wet the cloth of the cuíca
With my tears
I gave my waiting time
For the marking and sang
My life on the avenue without excitement

Will maintain the tradition
Go my block sadness and foot on the ground
Will maintain the tradition
Go my block sadness and foot on the ground

I made the standard with my sorrows
I used your falsehood as a highlight
From our disagreement I made my samba plot
From the old sound of my surdo I divided my verses

Will maintain the tradition
Go my block sadness and foot on the ground
Will maintain the tradition
Go my block sadness and foot on the ground

On the cymbals of the pandeiro I put a mute
I marked the last rehearsal on any corner
I stained the green hope of our flag
I marked the day of the parade for Wednesday

Will maintain the tradition
Go my block sadness and foot on the ground
Will maintain the tradition
Go my block sadness and foot on the ground