Quem É do Mar Não Enjôa

Those who are from the sea don't get seasick, don't get seasick.
Fine rain is drizzle, is drizzle.
A real man doesn't cry! No, doesn't cry.
When a woman leaves, she leaves.

If you want to know my name,
You don't need to ask.
I'm Martinho from the Vila,
A slow-paced samba player.

If you want to talk to me
You don't need to look far.
Go where there's samba
And I should be there.

I just arrived at the samba,
But here I will stay.
Because those who truly belong to samba
Stay until sunrise.

The dew is falling,
Falling slowly.
Fine rain will fall
And the samba won't stop.

It cleared up in Mangueira.
It cleared up in Portela.
It cleared up in Madureira.
It cleared up in the favela.

It cleared up in Salgueiro.
It cleared up in Capela.
It cleared up at my house.
It cleared up at her house.

If you have a beautiful woman
Bring her chained up.
I also had mine,
But lost her in a hot samba.

The girl left,
But I will sing another samba,
Because it's really time
To have another in her place.