Maria Rita

Where is Maria Rita wandering around
Who used to sway with a ribbon
For whom I have great admiration
I need to know where this little one is
With round eyes, and dark skin
To calm my heart down

Now, I arrive at the samba, my chest stirs
Because it misses Maria Rita
Beautiful cabrocha, sculptural body
That's why I need to know where she is
Long before February arrives
Without her, there won't be Carnival for me