Samba-Enredo 2024 - Um Defeito de Cor

The genuinely black samba
Fine flower, ghetto garden
That exhales our affection
Rock me, oh Mother, in the cradle of longing
To make our identity an open book

Omoduntê, I come from the womb of love
Omoduntê, for that's how I was baptized
Jeje's soul and Xangô's justice
Your example makes me a winner

Sacred feminine teaching
Like an eagle cutting through time
I find you when I see the sea
Inspiration on black skin
Your voice, ink, and pen
In the blue ruled by Yemanjá

Hail the Moon of Benin
Long live the people of Benguela
That light that shines in me
And dwells in Portela
Like the story of Mahin
Freedom rebels
I was born in a quilombo and grew up in a favela

Hail the Moon of Benin
Long live the people of Benguela
That light that shines in me
And dwells in Portela
Like the story of Mahin
Freedom rebels
I was born in a quilombo and grew up in a favela

Ora yê yê, Oxum, Kalunga
It's one hand welcoming another, macumba
Your face wearing the adê
In my bowl there's palm oil
The blood running in the veins is Malê

In every prayer, in every dream, nega
I feel you, nega
Wherever you are
In every corner, in every dream, nego
I take care of you, nego
From where I am

Saravá, Kehinde
Your name lives
Your people are free
Your son has won, woman
In each of us
Pour out your axé

Saravá, Kehinde
Your name lives
Your people are free
Your son has won, woman
In each of us
Pour out your axé

The genuinely black samba
Fine flower, ghetto garden
That exhales our affection
Rock me, oh Mother, in the cradle of longing
To make our identity an open book

Omoduntê, I come from the womb of love
Omoduntê, for that's how I was baptized
Jeje's soul and Xangô's justice
Your example makes me a winner

Sacred feminine teaching
Like an eagle cutting through time
I find you when I see the sea
Inspiration on black skin
Your voice, ink, and pen
In the blue ruled by Yemanjá

Hail the Moon of Benin
Long live the people of Benguela
That light that shines in me
And dwells in Portela
Like the story of Mahin
Freedom rebels
I was born in a quilombo and grew up in a favela

Hail the Moon of Benin
Long live the people of Benguela
That light that shines in me
And dwells in Portela
Like the story of Mahin
Freedom rebels
I was born in a quilombo and grew up in a favela

Ora yê yê, Oxum, Kalunga
It's one hand welcoming another, macumba
Your face wearing the adê
In my bowl there's palm oil
The blood running in the veins is Malê

In every prayer, in every dream, nega
I feel you, nega
Wherever you are
In every corner, in every dream, nego
I take care of you, nego
From where I am

Saravá, Kehinde
Your name lives
Your people are free
Your son has won, woman
In each of us
Pour out your axé

Saravá, Kehinde
Your name lives
Your people are free
Your son has won, woman
In each of us
Pour out your axé

In each of us
Pour out your axé
In each of us
Pour out your axé