A Batucada dos Nossos Tantãs

Samba, we never lose the pleasure of singing
And they do everything to silence
The batucada of our tantãs
In its echoing, the samba is remade
Its song makes itself shine
We can smile again

Samba, eternal delirium of the composer
That is born from the soul, without skin, without color
With simplicity, not being vulgar
Making our joy its natural habitat
The samba flourishes from the depths of our backyard

This samba is for you
Who live to talk, to criticize
Wanting to show off, wanting to end
Our popular culture

It's beautiful to see
The samba running, to the other side
There is no border to stop us
You don't dance samba but you have to applaud