Anjo da Velha Guarda

The white suit looks like silver
And the ribbon on my chest says that I am
One of those who go to Maracangalha
To see Anália, I'm going

In the wind that carries the straw hat
I'm also made of fiber and Brazilwood
Samba is all I know
And Momo is the only king I loved

I am the seventh string and I walk slowly
With Rodouro in my heart
My name in golden letters
Is part of the treasure of any group

I know how to play the cuíca
I also play the banjo
I made the avenues my hall

I show off nobility
And dance with my angel
I am from the old guard, my brother!