Chame Gente

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La laia laia, la laia laia, la laia laia laia laia la
Ah! Just imagine what a crazy mix
Joy, joy is a state we call Bahia
Of All Saints, charms and Axé, sacred and profane, the Bahian is carnival
From the corridor of history, Vitória, Lapinha, Caminho de Areia
Through the streets, through the veins, blood and wine flow, through the mangrove, Pelourinho
On foot or by truck, faith cannot be missing, carnival will pass by
From Sé to Campo-Grande we are the Sons of Gandhi, of Dodô and Osmar
That's why call, call, call, call people
So we complete each other filling the square and the poet with joy
It's a true swarm, call people
So we complete each other filling the square and the poet with joy
Ah! The square and the poet