Esperanças Perdidas
Clara Nunes
Lost Hopes
How many beauties left in the corners of life
That no one wants and not even tries to find
And when dreams turn into lost hopes
That someone let die without even trying
I find my beauty in the samba I make
My sadness becomes a joyful song
It's because I carry the samba deep within my heart
And without the rhythm of Samba, I can't stay
How many beauties left in the corners of life
That no one wants and not even tries to find
And when dreams turn into lost hopes
That someone let die without even trying
I find my beauty in the samba I make
My sadness becomes a joyful song
It's because I carry the samba deep within my heart
And without the rhythm of Samba, I can't stay
I can't stay, I swear I can't
I can't stay, I'm right
I've been baptized in the bamba circle
Samba is the rope, I'm the bucket (2x)
How many nights of sadness it consoles me
I have my viola as a witness
Oh, if I lack samba, I don't know what will happen
And without the rhythm of samba, I can't stay
I can't stay, I swear I can't
I can't stay, I'm right
I've been baptized in the bamba circle
Samba is the rope, I'm the bucket
