Samba-Enredo 2024 - A Negra Voz do Amanhã

Mangueira
From Neuma and Zica
From Hélio's verses that honored my name
I take art as a gift
A Brazil in a brown tone

Nice to meet you, I am Alcione
The black voice of tomorrow

My palace has a queen and she's not just anyone
Move aside, man, here comes a woman
Green and pink dynasty to honor my ancestors
Here the samba will never die

My palace has a queen and she's not just anyone
Move aside, man, here comes a woman
Green and pink dynasty to honor my ancestors
Here the samba will never die

Xangô calls Iansã
The voice of tomorrow has already shouted in Maranhão
Tambor de mina, enchanted ones spinning
The divine on the altar, the daughter of all faith
Under the blessings of Maria, baptized Nazareth

Fate wanted, when time was the conductor
To blow life at the feet of the old cashew tree
Keep in the heart the longing for my mother
From the reisado to the litany, São Luis is her yard
Hey, bumba my ox, hey, tradition ox
You have to respect Maracanã
That makes the ground tremble

Play tambor de crioula, firm in the beat
Oh little one made to win
Come shine in the Old Rio, show your power indeed
Fine flower that doesn't smell, doesn't accept disrespect
Play tambor de crioula, firm in the beat
Oh little one made to win
Come shine in the Old Rio, show your power indeed
Fine flower that doesn't smell, doesn't accept disrespect

Will prove that samba is jazz's cousin
Speak of love like no one does
In uncertain times, heal sorrows
Like a she-wolf, impose your values
And be the pillar of hope
Of the roses that bloom on our hill
Sambaing, playing, and singing
Past, future, and present meet

Mangueira
From Neuma and Zica
From Hélio's verses that honored my name
I take art as a gift
A Brazil in a brown tone that I inherited from Alcione

She is Ọ̀dàrà, goddess of song
Black voice, pride of the nation
She is Ọ̀dàrà, goddess of song
Black voice, pride of the nation

My palace has a queen and she's not just anyone
Move aside, man, here comes a woman
Green and pink dynasty to honor my ancestors
Here the samba will never die

My palace has a queen and she's not just anyone
Move aside, man, here comes a woman
Green and pink dynasty to honor my ancestors
Here the samba will never die

Xangô calls Iansã
The voice of tomorrow has already shouted in Maranhão
Tambor de mina, enchanted ones spinning
The divine on the altar, the daughter of all faith
Under the blessings of Maria, baptized Nazareth

Fate wanted, when time was the conductor
To blow life at the feet of the old cashew tree
Keep in the heart the longing for my mother
From the reisado to the litany, São Luis is her yard
Hey, bumba my ox, hey, tradition ox
You have to respect Maracanã
That makes the ground tremble

Play tambor de crioula, firm in the beat
Oh little one made to win
Come shine in the Old Rio, show your power indeed
Fine flower that doesn't smell, doesn't accept disrespect
Play tambor de crioula, firm in the beat
Oh little one made to win
Come shine in the Old Rio, show your power indeed
Fine flower that doesn't smell, doesn't accept disrespect

Will prove that samba is jazz's cousin
Speak of love like no one does
In uncertain times, heal sorrows
Like a she-wolf, impose your values
And be the pillar of hope
Of the roses that bloom on our hill
Sambaing, playing, and singing
Past, future, and present meet

Mangueira
From Neuma and Zica
From Hélio's verses that honored my name
I take art as a gift
A Brazil in a brown tone that I inherited from Alcione

She is Ọ̀dàrà, goddess of song
Black voice, pride of the nation
She is Ọ̀dàrà, goddess of song
Black voice, pride of the nation

My palace has a queen and she's not just anyone
Move aside, man, here comes a woman
Green and pink dynasty to honor my ancestors
Here the samba will never die

My palace has a queen and she's not just anyone
Move aside, man, here comes a woman
Green and pink dynasty to honor my ancestors
Here the samba will never die
Here the samba will never die
Here the samba will never die