Pelo Telefone

The police chief
Sent word by phone
That down at the carioca
There's a roulette to be played

The police chief
Sent word by phone
That down at the carioca
There's a roulette to be played

Oh, oh, oh
Leave the grudges behind, oh boy
Oh, oh, oh
Get sad if you can and you'll see

I hope you get caught
So you never do this again
Taking others' loves
And then casting your spell

Oh, if the dove, sir, sir
Got tangled up, sir, sir
It's because the little bird, sir, sir
Never danced, sir, sir
Because this samba, sir, sir
Is spine-chilling, sir, sir
Makes your legs weak, sir, sir
But brings joy, sir, sir

The turkey told me
If the bat saw
Not to act foolishly
That I should then
Leave this oddity
Of he said-she said

Ah! Ah! Ah!
There's the ideal, triumphant song
Oh, oh, oh
Long live our unrivaled carnival

If those who take love from others
Were punished by God
The world would be empty
And hell inhabited

Do you want to or not, sir, sir
Join the group, sir, sir
Be a reveler, sir, sir
With all your heart, sir, sir
Because this samba, sir, sir
Is spine-chilling, sir, sir
Makes your legs weak, sir, sir
But brings joy, sir, sir

Those with good taste
Show yourself willing
Don't seek support
Keep a smile on your face
Make your face cheerful
No room for sorrow

Oh, oh, oh
Dance the samba
With passion, my love
Oh, oh, oh
For those who dance
Have no pain or heat