Samba-Enredo 2023 - O Mogangueiro da Cara Preta

Release the beast!

It's there, it's there, it's there
It's there, it's there, it's there
It's there, it's there, it's there
It's there, it's there, it's there

Where's the ox? The mogangueiro
The mandingueiro of Oyá
My Tuiuti is not afraid of masks
Bringing the Black-Faced Ox from the state of Pará

In a sea of storm and wind
Bringing spices, the boat sank
Nutmeg, clove, delicacies
On the way to the Indies, history eternalized

The sailor got lost in the early morning
The mogangueiro ran to the stream
The children sang a tune
While the mururé flower opened
And in this meeting between the river and the ocean
The great island that cultivates carimbó
They say animals still speak to humans
Many years ago, on Marajó Island

Hey, drummer, in the circle samba, curimbó
I want to see you sing like the curió sings
Okê, caboclo, where does the piracema go?
Up the river flies a mourning dove
Hey, drummer, in the circle samba, curimbó
I want to see you sing like the curió sings
Okê, caboclo, where does the piracema go?
Up the river flies a mourning dove

There's a hand that shapes life in Marajoara neighborhood
And the buffalo that treads this land of Parauara
Call Master Damasceno to sing this song
From grandma's songs, from the time of slavery

It's there, it's there, it's there
The canoe man lives alone, brunette
It's there, it's there, it's there
But needs a sweetheart
It's there, it's there, it's there
The canoe man lives alone, brunette
It's there, it's there, it's there
But needs a sweetheart

Where's the ox? The mogangueiro
The mandingueiro of Oyá
My Tuiuti is not afraid of masks
Bringing the Black-Faced Ox from the state of Pará

In a sea of storm and wind
Bringing spices, the boat sank
Nutmeg, clove, delicacies
On the way to the Indies, history eternalized

The sailor got lost in the early morning
The mogangueiro ran to the stream
The children sang a tune
While the mururé flower opened
And in this meeting between the river and the ocean
The great island that cultivates carimbó
They say animals still speak to humans
Many years ago, on Marajó Island

Hey, drummer, in the circle samba, curimbó
I want to see you sing like the curió sings
Okê, caboclo, where does the piracema go?
Up the river flies a mourning dove
Hey, drummer, in the circle samba, curimbó
I want to see you sing like the curió sings
Okê, caboclo, where does the piracema go?
Up the river flies a mourning dove

There's a hand that shapes life in Marajoara neighborhood
And the buffalo that treads this land of Parauara
Call Master Damasceno to sing this song
From grandma's songs, from the time of slavery

It's there, it's there, it's there
The canoe man lives alone, brunette
It's there, it's there, it's there
But needs a sweetheart
It's there, it's there, it's there
The canoe man lives alone, brunette
It's there, it's there, it's there
But needs a sweetheart

Where's the ox? The mogangueiro
The mandingueiro of Oyá
My Tuiuti is not afraid of masks
Bringing the Black-Faced Ox from the state of Pará
Where's the ox? The mogangueiro
The mandingueiro of Oyá
My Tuiuti is not afraid of masks
Bringing the Black-Faced Ox from the state of Pará
Bringing the Black-Faced Ox from the state of Pará
Bringing the Black-Faced Ox from the state of Pará

It's Paraíso do Tuiuti, you have to respect
Release the beast!