Elos da raça

They want in every way
To end our culture
Which is so pure
And even underestimate
I'm talking about samba
The drumming of the yard
That red paint
That runs through the whole body
Still
We will bother many people
Who want to put cold water where it's too hot
I feel sorry for these people
Who condemn without reason
The samba
My unparalleled joy, unparalleled
Now is to form a chain
With many resistant links
Those that take a long time to break
It's to make room
Let this new generation walk with their steps
And give condition to this race
And end this farce
Let this suffering people show their worth
Why so much prejudice
It's in the blood
There's no way
The samba deserves respect
Wherever it may be