Doce Refúgio
Fundo de Quintal
Sweet Refuge
Yes (now, if yes!!!)... it's the Cacique de Ramos,
Plant where, in all branches, the birds sing in the mornings
There (hey, it's there) samba is a high flag (I told you it's a high flag) {repeat}
And even the tamarind trees are the guardians of poetry {repeat}
Its composers are those
Who leave in us that emotion
Its percussionists go deep
Playing deep in any heart
It's a brilliant party
A beautiful brilliance easier to find
It's close to everything, it's right there in the suburb
A sweet refuge for those who want to sing
It's the Cacique
Yes (now, if yes!!!)... it's the Cacique de Ramos (Speak, Cacique de Ramos!!!),
Plant where in all branches the birds sing in the mornings
There (hey, it's there) samba is a high flag (I told you it's a high flag) {repeat}
And even the tamarind trees are the guardians of poetry {repeat}
It's the chief for some, the cachaça for others
The religion
If I'm far away time doesn't pass
And longing embraces my heart
When he takes to the streets
Life floats in a real dream
It's the people smiling and the Chief sculpting
With hands of joy his carnival
It's the Cacique
