Samba-Enredo 2024 - Lunário Perpétuo: A Profética do Saber Popular
G.R.E.S. Porto da Pedra (RJ)
2024 Samba-Enredo - Perpetual Lunary: The Prophetic of Popular Knowledge
Come, Antônio, come, boy
Your destiny is to dance in a circle
A northeastern reveler
The mission: Perpetuate!
Waning moon, the water jug almost dry
Tide has turned, turned to moonlight
There's a still for drinking on Wednesday
Okê, caboclo, good times are here to stay
Waning moon, the water jug almost dry
Tide has turned, turned to moonlight
There's a still for drinking on Wednesday
The Tiger was missing to complete the Lunary
Look at the sky where the Moon wanders, oh
The stars shine on the ground
Wisdom is the light that illuminates
Porto da Pedra in my heart
I'm your Lunary, immortal counselor
Already leafing through each cardinal point
Almanac alchemy (it's me, it's me)
Every beat of the atabaque (it's me, it's me)
Who lit the lanterns in this sky?
Who lit the lanterns in this sky?
In Brazil, the migrants are the stars of cordel literature
The backlands prophesied, every flower of Cariri
The science of this people I don't keep just for myself
I separated the dried leaves mixed in the mortar
I entrusted the prayer woman with a new prayer
Just because I chose (to sail this sea)
The guitar asked (to the local saint)
Answer, my sir, is it love?
My people will pass
Just because I chose (to sail this sea)
The guitar asked (to the local saint)
Answer, my sir, is it love?
My people will pass
So many people waited for this day
The paintbrush, the singing, was never the end
And from up high, as life is a sudden change
The standard goes ahead, much more than carnival
Come, Antônio, come, boy
Your destiny is to dance in a circle
A northeastern reveler
The mission: Perpetuate!
Waning moon, the water jug almost dry
Tide has turned, turned to moonlight
There's a still for drinking on Wednesday
Okê, caboclo, good times are here to stay
Waning moon, the water jug almost dry
Tide has turned, turned to moonlight
There's a still for drinking on Wednesday
The Tiger was missing to complete the Lunary
Look at the sky where the Moon wanders, oh
The stars shine on the ground
Wisdom is the light that illuminates
Porto da Pedra in my heart
I'm your Lunary, immortal counselor
Already leafing through each cardinal point
Almanac alchemy (it's me, it's me)
Every beat of the atabaque (it's me, it's me)
Who lit the lanterns in this sky?
Who lit the lanterns in this sky?
In Brazil, the migrants are the stars of cordel literature
The backlands prophesied, every flower of Cariri
The science of this people I don't keep just for myself
I separated the dried leaves mixed in the mortar
I entrusted the prayer woman with a new prayer
Just because I chose (to sail this sea)
The guitar asked (to the local saint)
Answer, my sir, is it love?
My people will pass
Just because I chose (to sail this sea)
The guitar asked (to the local saint)
Answer, my sir, is it love?
My people will pass
So many people waited for this day
The paintbrush, the singing, was never the end
And from up high, as life is a sudden change
The standard goes ahead, much more than carnival
Come, Antônio, come, boy
Your destiny is to dance in a circle
A northeastern reveler
The mission: Perpetuate!
Waning moon, the water jug almost dry
Tide has turned, turned to moonlight
There's a still for drinking on Wednesday
Okê, caboclo, good times are here to stay
Waning moon, the water jug almost dry
Tide has turned, turned to moonlight
There's a still for drinking on Wednesday
The Tiger was missing to complete the Lunary
