Samba-Enredo 1994 - A Saliva do Santo e o Veneno da Serpente

My saint is strong
It's no use to sting me
I'm a Hawk and you can believe
That I don't accept betrayal
And the snake's venom
I turn into seed
It's tobacco in the plantation
Holy herb healed pains
Seduced with its flavors
Coffee and snuff in Paris
The nobility aspired
And became happier

I'm going, going to Bahia
Light up the flame
In the yard of iá iá
It's the force of magic
That gives me goosebumps
And spreads through the air

Saravá, saravá
Hail the warrior saint
And a candle to greet
My Patron Saint George

Woman, woman, woman
Who saw you and who sees you
What blurred is lost turned into smoke
Freedom for you

It's a rare pleasure
Taste of emotion
But don't abuse
As it harms the heart