Som de Prata
Moacyr Luz
Silver Sound
Born in Rio de Janeiro
Day of the warrior saint
In that time that passed
He was the greatest master of choro
Had a heart of gold
And what a good composer
He was affectionate and naive
And in the bohemians' circle
His flute was queen
And in samba, choro, and serenade
How sweet was the silver sound, doctor
That the flute had
The ambassador of this city
My God in heaven, how much longing it gives
For the old Pixinguinha
He came from the land of Zambi, Blood of Malê
From a phalanx of the Nagô king
Son of Ogum, of Saint George, in Batuquegê
From Benguelê, from Iaô, Queen Ginga
It's because his grandmother was African
The prayer woman from Aruanda, grandma
Grandma Cambinda
Only those who die inside a church
Will become an orisha, praised be the Lord
My saint Pixinguinha
He is from Benguelê
He is from Iaô
He is from Batuquegê
He is from the Nagô King
He is blood of Malê
He is a saint, yes sir
