Oyá / Tô a Bangu / Identidade / Singelo Menestral

Oyá
It's the people here asking not to suffer
Our stranded people need to survive
And hands are raised asking God to look

Living without flour and there's no porridge
There wouldn't be reasons for us to lose hope
If there were a remedy for us to remedy

The search for the cure that will come is far away
In the sky of Brasília, stars will fall
And the dust of so much dirt will rise

Oyá
Could the strength of faith that carries our lives
Move mountains and throw them into the sea
So many good people who only have bad to give

Could the strength of faith that carries our lives
Move mountains so we can pass
It's our prayer asking God
Oyá

I'm in Bangu, I'm in Irajá
If we made mistakes, say that Mauá
I'll go to Paracambi to find you

My love, I'll go on foot, I'll go by train
Anywhere
I'll go to fetch you, my love
Deodoro, Leblon, Madureira, or Vila Vintém

Anywhere
I'll go to fetch you
In Paquetá, in Camará
Well, I lose patience
I lose my mind
I miss you, I miss Mangueira

I don't know where
But you hide like this
São Cristóvão, Ipanema, Tijuca
Quintino and Austin
Stop being mean
Have mercy

The elevator is almost a temple
An example to disrupt your sleep
Get out of this commitment
Don't go to the service one
If the social one has an owner, don't go

Who gives way doesn't want victory
We are the legacy of memory
We have the color of the night
Children of every lash
Real fact of our history

If the black with a white soul to you
Is the example of dignity
Doesn't help us, only makes us suffer
Doesn't rescue our identity

The elevator is almost a temple
An example to disrupt your sleep
Get out of this commitment
Don't go to the service one
If the social one has an owner, don't go

Who gives way doesn't want victory
We are the legacy of memory
We have the color of the night
Children of every lash
Real fact of our history

If the black with a white soul to you
Is the example of dignity
Doesn't help us, only makes us suffer
Doesn't rescue our identity

In the shack in the favela
To forget the lack of love
Writing by candlelight
Another love song

Lalalaia, lalalaia, lalalalalalalalalalala

Big party in Nego João's shack
Pandeiro, cavaco, viola
Under the lamp light

Dona Maria cried with joy
For the baby that was born
That people sang
Even with little milk, little bread
That baby grew up
Overcoming the barriers of this cruel world
Fascinated by pandeiro, cavaquinho, and violão
With soft symphonies on the boss's piano

That little black boy who walked
Barefoot in the street and aimlessly
Whistling Beethoven, Chopin
But preferring Noel
That's how he turned into
A simple minstrel

In the shack in the favela
To forget the lack of love
Writing by candlelight
Another love song