Samba-Enredo 2022 - IGI OSÈ BAOBÁ

Blue and banto, aguerê and alujá
For the dust to rise, my drum is of a creole
Ilu ayê in the swing of my place
Portela is a baobab in the congá of my love

Prepare the yard, separate the mucua
Apaoká came down in the xirê
In our barn we worship
With the same precept and knowledge

Imposing root of the first seed
We have a lot in common
The sacred link of Ayê and Orum
House to be respected, my baobab

Ôbatalá, colofé
There's drumming in the arê
For my faithful people, ayeraye
In this mironga there's a hand of ofá
Put aluá in the coité and dandá

Saluba, Mom!
I made my samba a curimba
Quench my thirst for axé
Make, from my Igi Osè, a moringa

Who tries to chain a feeling
Forgets that being free is fundamental
Suburban hue, black heritage
Courage in fear

My people are resistance like a knot
In the wood of Oxalá's staff
African strength, comes to make us proud

Blue and banto, aguerê and alujá
For the dust to rise, my drum is of a creole
Ilu ayê in the swing of my place
Portela is a baobab in the congá of my love

Prepare the yard, separate the mucua
Apaoká came down in the xirê
In our barn we worship
With the same precept and knowledge

Imposing root of the first seed
We have a lot in common
The sacred link of Ayê and Orum
House to be respected, my baobab

Ôbatalá, colofé
There's drumming in the arê
For my faithful people, ayeraye
In this mironga there's a hand of ofá
Put aluá in the coité and dandá

Saluba, Mom!
I made my samba a curimba
Quench my thirst for axé
Make, from my Igi Osè, a moringa

Who tries to chain a feeling
Forgets that being free is fundamental
Suburban hue, black heritage
Courage in fear

My people are resistance like a knot
In the wood of Oxalá's staff
African strength, comes to make us proud

Blue and banto, aguerê and alujá
For the dust to rise, my drum is of a creole
Ilu ayê in the swing of my place
Portela is a baobab in the congá of my love

Blue and banto, aguerê and alujá
For the dust to rise, my drum is of a creole
Ilu ayê in the swing of my place
Portela is a baobab in the congá of my love

Blue and banto, aguerê and alujá
For the dust to rise, my drum is of a creole
Ilu ayê in the swing of my place
Portela is a baobab in the congá of my love

(It's all ours!)