Samba-Enredo 2023 - O Mogangueiro da Cara Preta
G.R.E.S Paraíso do Tuiuti
2023 Samba-Enredo - The Black-Faced Mogangueiro
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!
