Bloco do Eu Sozinho

In the block of me alone
I’m everything and I’m nothing
I’m the samba and the tired party fun
I’m the new and the old
I’m the drum and the revelry
I wear rags and velvet
I take a break, then I go on
In the block of me alone
Alone I’m the string
I’m the corner of the road
I’m King Momo and Damião
I’m the story of the parade
I’m booze and I’m sadness
Jumping together and alone
I make the street a table
In the block of me alone
I’m Saint George taking a stroll
I’m someone who forgets the moon
For the sake of a candle
Alone I’m the city
I’m the deserted crowd
Foot in the dance, hand open
In search of a full life
In the block of me alone
I’m the silk of the banner
I’m the sway of the baiana
I’m the pants of zuarte
I’m the one who fights and lets it go
I’m Oropa and Aruanda
I’m Rosa’s joy
Who never plays on the job
In the block of me alone
I’m luck and I’m bad luck
And the last reveler
Who opens their arms to play
I’m a dancer and I’m a tambourine
And on the stones of the sidewalk
I’m the coldest memory
Of a world without dawn
In the block of me alone
In every possible way
In the silent drumline
In the ashes of Wednesday
In the confetti on the sidewalk
In Rosa’s empty hands
I’m stubborn joy
Samba-ing so I don’t cry