Samba-Enredo 2020 - Guajupiá, Terra Sem Males

Indian is Tupinambá
Indian has a warrior soul
Today my Guajupiá is Madureira
Eagle flies in the forest
Hail the samba, hail her
Indian is the owner of this land
Indian is a son of Portela

I called to the heavens
The flame of evil extinguished
And, in a deluge, he bathed the Earth
Washing away the evils with forgiveness
End of darkness
There is no longer Monã's wrath
In the womb, there is life, a new tomorrow
Irim Magé can now be happy
Turning pain
Into the joy of being able to change the world
Mairamuana holds the key to the future
For our tribe to fight and sing

Auê, auê, the voice of the forest, okê, okê arô
If Guanabara is resistance
The Indian is bow, arrow, essence
Auê, auê, the voice of the forest, okê, okê arô
If Guanabara is resistance
The Indian is bow, arrow, essence

By protecting Karioka
I gather the village by the hammock
Cauim to celebrate, purify
Club, war club, and ajaré
Indian asks for peace, but is of war
Our village is without party or faction
There is no bishop, nor bows to the captain
When life teaches us
We must no longer err
With Monã's wrath
I learned to respect nature, the good life

For the immense blue of the sky
Never darken again
For the immense blue of the sky
Never darken again