Meu Lugar

My place,
Is the path of Ogun and Iansã,
Where there's samba until the morning,
With a groove in every step.
My place,
Is surrounded by struggle and sweat,
Hope for a better world,
And beer to celebrate.
My place,
Has its myths and beings of light,
It's close to Oswaldo Cruz,
Cascadura, Vaz Lobo, Irajá.
My place,
Is smiles, peace, and pleasure,
Its name is sweet to say,
Madureira, oh, laiá.
Madureira, oh, laiá.
My place,
Is the path of Ogun and Iansã,
Where there's samba until the morning,
With a groove in every step.
My place,
Is surrounded by struggle and sweat,
Hope for a better world,
And beer to celebrate.
My place,
Has its myths and beings of light,
It's close to Oswaldo Cruz,
Cascadura, Vaz Lobo, Irajá.
My place,
Is smiles, peace, and pleasure,
Its name is sweet to say,
Madureira, oh, laiá.
Madureira, oh, laiá.
Ah, what a place,
Nostalgia makes me remember,
The loves I had there,
It's hard to forget.
Sweet place,
That’s eternal in my heart,
And brings inspiration to poets,
To sing and write.
Oh, my place,
Who hasn’t seen Aunt Eulália dance,
Grandma Maria bless the yard,
And there's still jongo by moonlight.
Ah, what a place,
Has a thousand things for us to say,
The hard part is knowing when to end,
Madureira, oh, laiá.
Madureira, oh, laiá.
On every corner, a pagode, a bar,
In Madureira.
Império and Portela are from there too,
In Madureira.
And at the market, you can buy,
For a bargain, you’ll take away,
A little affection, a dream for dreamers,
In Madureira.
And if you’re up for it, you can join in,
There’s ronda, caipira, and billiards,
Buraco, sueca to pass the time,
In Madureira.
And I can even place a bet,
In the group of ten, hundred, and thousand,
From all sides, I’ll surround you,
In Madureira.
Lalalaialalaialalaia, in Madureira
Lalalaialalaialalaia, in Madureira.