Não deixe o samba morrer
Maria Rita
Don't let the samba die
When I can't
Step more on the avenue
When my legs
Couldn't hold on
Take my body
Along with my samba
My wobbly ring
I give it to whoever deserves to use it
I will stay
In the middle of the people, spying
My school
Losing or winning
Another carnival
Before I say goodbye
I leave it to the youngest samba player
My final request
Before I say goodbye
I leave it to the youngest samba player
My final request
Don't let samba die
Don't let the samba end
The hill was made of samba
From Samba, for us to samba
