Não Tem Receita, Nem Matriz

I thank the heavens for letting me live like this
Being able to samba, sing happily
And hear the crowd asking for an encore

Know that samba is a gift
That comes from the heart
And instead of love, for those who have it
It's not a mystery or disdain
To sing samba bleeding from the roots
And hear the crowd asking for an encore

I thank

Know that samba is the ground
Elevating peace in the vastness
My singing is pure with emotion
There's no recipe or blueprint
To sing samba bleeding from the roots
And hear the crowd asking for an encore