Samba Saravah

Being happy is more or less what we seek
I love to laugh, sing, and I don't prevent
People who are well from being joyful
Yet if there is a samba without sadness
It's a wine that doesn't give drunkenness
A wine that doesn't give drunkenness
No, that's not the samba I want

I know some find the song annoying
Others for whom it's just a trend
Others who take advantage without loving it
I love it and I've traveled the world
Searching for its wandering roots
Today to find the deepest ones
It's the samba song that must be sung

I was told it comes from Bahia
That its rhythm and poetry
Come from centuries of dance and pain

But whatever feeling it expresses
It is white in forms and rhymes
White in forms and rhymes
It is black, very black in its heart