Samba-Enredo 2025 - Quem Tem Medo de Xica Manicongo?

Just don’t come judging me, oh oh
For the mouth that I kiss
For the color of my shirt
And the faith that I profess
Don’t come judging me
I know my desire
This finger that points
Won’t make me stop
It’s been a while since I said no
To the old Christian speech
I’m Manicongo
There are two heads in one heart
So many and yet one
I am the transition
I carry two worlds on my shoulder

I came from Mother Africa, eh-oh
But if life is fleeting, eh-oh
Mumunha
Jimbanda made me
Nganga is my root
I grab the bull by the horns

The queen, inverted and vulgar
The voice that silenced the Cis theme
The witch of the conservative
Pleasure and pain
I went to pombogirar in Jurema

Call the Razor, the one from the Beach and Padilha
The ones chased at the popular parade
And Mavambo prays from the same script
For those who are afraid, my people will shout

I’m a transvestite
I’m at the corner
To face the massacre
Let it be so

My Tuiuti
May Brazil of the flat land
Have human awareness
Chica lives in the smoke

Yeah! Pajubá!
Acuendá without xoxá to make a fuss
It’s Mojubá
Bring marafo, fubá, and dendê (for Exu)