Santo Amaro Ê Ê / Quixabeira / Reconvexo / Minha Senhora / Viola Meu Bem

I worked the whole year, worked the whole year in the port of São Paulo
Just to spend February in Santo Amaro
Just to spend February in Santo Amaro
I hated, to hate
I hated, to hate

Who's coming, it's me
Who's coming, it's me
The gate closed, I'm the knight
Who's coming, it's me
Who's coming, it's me
The gate closed, I'm the knight
Hello my Santo Amaro
I came to meet you (came to meet you)
Samba, Santo Amarense
For us to learn (for us to learn)

I am the rain that throws sand from the Sahara
Over the cars in Rome
I am the mermaid who dances fearless Yara
Water and leaf from the Amazon

I am the shadow of the voice of the matriarch of black Rome
If you don't catch me
You won't even see me
My sound blinds you, square, who are you?

Who didn't feel the swing of Henri Salvador
Who didn't follow Olodum shaking Pelô
And who didn't laugh at Andy Rohol's laughter?
Who didn't and didn't say no

My lady, where do you live?
My lady, where do you live?
I will make my home on the hillside, it's there
It's there, it's there, my home is there

Say it again my love?
Oh, oh, oh
Say it again my love?
Oh, oh, oh

I've never seen so much sand in the sea
Mermaid, mermaid oh
Mermaid, oh mermaid
I've never seen so much sand in the sea
Mermaid, mermaid oh
Mermaid, oh mermaid

The girl left
The girl left
She left and left me
On the wings of a bird she flew, flew
On the wings of a bird she flew, flew

Mine was just samba
It was just samba
In the wind

I'm going to the backlands
Viola my love, viola
I don't fit in here
Viola my love, viola

I'm the Leste train driver
I'm a train employee
I'm going to the backlands
Because I don't fit in here

Oh viola my love, viola
Oh viola my love, viola
Oh viola my love, viola
Oh viola my love, viola

I'm the black north, strong American
With a gold earring in my ear
I am the flower of the first music
The oldest, the youngest
Sword and its cut

I am the smell of desperate books
I am guita cocoia
Your eye looks at me, but can't reach me
I have no square choice, I'll discard

Who didn't pray the novena of Dona Canô?
Who didn't follow the beggar Joãozinho beija-flor
Who didn't love the subtle elegance of pompom
Who is not Recôncavo and can't be Reconvexo

I'm going to the backlands
I don't fit in here
Oh viola my love, viola
Oh viola my love, viola
Oh viola my love, viola
Oh viola my love, viola