Portela na Avenida
Clara Nunes
Portela on the Avenue
Portela
I have never seen anything more beautiful
When she steps on the catwalk
And enters the avenue
It seems
The wonder of watercolor that appeared
The blue mantle of the patroness of Brazil
Our Lady of Aparecida
That is dragging
And the people in the street singing
It's like a prayer, a ritual
It's the samba procession blessing
The feast of the divine carnival
Portela
Is the goddess of samba, the past reveals
And has the old guard as a sentinel
And that's why I hear this voice calling me
Portela
Above your flag, this divine mantle
Your proud eagle is the Holy Spirit
In the temple of samba
The shepherdesses and the shepherds
Are arriving from the city, from the favela
To defend your colors
Like faithful in the holy mass of the chapel
Hail the samba, hail the saint, hail her
Hail the blue and white mantle of Portela
Parading triumphantly on the carnival altar
