Samba-Enredo 2025 - Voltando Para o Futuro – Não Há Limites Pra Sonhar

The sky will clear up
Light up the west side of the city
And God will parade
To see the wizard recreate the Youth
The sky will clear up
Light up the west side of the city
And God will parade
To see the wizard recreate the Youth

The light that comes to us from the first star
Born from dust in the Southern Cross
From the divine plasma of carpenter hands
A candle rises in the dark of this blue

Does the limbo of imagination
Twist intelligence?
Man with his ambition
Ignores reason, loses his mind in Science
Will there be a carnival without my rhythm?
With wings in digital tones, at the end of existence
Tell me, after all
Who will bear the consequences?

If the Youth dreams
Writing in the infinite
Verses in the moonlight, let it be!
When the future returns
The youth will believe
That every star can be reborn
If the Youth dreams
Writing in the infinite
Verses in the moonlight, let it be!
When the future returns
The youth will believe
That every star can be reborn

The sickly green of hope
Gasping on the bed of greed
Who lives by the price of demand
Sheds their fake tears
Fire killing the forest
Animals dying in heat
Fever in the little that remains
The river's waters dry up
And life hangs by a thread

I sailed
In the eagerness to find myself, I got emotional
I remembered the tightrope I crossed
So many twists in this life
The hand that makes the bomb regrets
Makes the samba and learns
To give themselves body and soul on the avenue

The sky will clear up
Light up the west side of the city
And God will parade
To see the wizard recreate the Youth
The sky will clear up
Light up the west side of the city
And God will parade
To see the wizard recreate the Youth

The light that comes to us from the first star
Born from dust in the Southern Cross
From the divine plasma of carpenter hands
A candle rises in the dark of this blue

Does the limbo of imagination
Twist intelligence?
Man with his ambition
Ignores reason, loses his mind in Science
Will there be a carnival without my rhythm?
With wings in digital tones, at the end of existence
Tell me, after all
Who will bear the consequences?

If the Youth dreams
Writing in the infinite
Verses in the moonlight, let it be!
When the future returns
The youth will believe
That every star can be reborn
If the Youth dreams
Writing in the infinite
Verses in the moonlight, let it be!
When the future returns
The youth will believe
That every star can be reborn

The sickly green of hope
Gasping on the bed of greed
Who lives by the price of demand
Sheds their fake tears
Fire killing the forest
Animals dying in heat
Fever in the little that remains
The river's waters dry up
And life hangs by a thread

I sailed
In the eagerness to find myself, I got emotional
I remembered the tightrope I crossed
So many twists in this life
The hand that makes the bomb regrets
Makes the samba and learns
To give themselves body and soul on the avenue

The sky will clear up
Light up the west side of the city
And God will parade
To see the wizard recreate the Youth
The sky will clear up
Light up the west side of the city
And God will parade
To see the wizard recreate the Youth