A Roda

The circle is the ancient form
It's the mark that stays on the ground
Samba is the cream, it's the top of evolution

May the time it lasts be eternal
I follow the lesson as the saying goes
May I never lack the drumming
And have reasons for laughter
In samba I found, a cavaquinho made of solid wood

The circle emanates chords everywhere
Someone asks for a key and there it goes echoing
Verses that come are not in vain
Words sung, melodies kept
The circle is a chest with the key in everyone's hands

And it will spin, spin, spin
In the backyard, alleys, sidewalks, in a corner of a bar
The circle is an ancient form
It's a mark that stays on the ground
Samba is the cream, it's the top of evolution

And it will spin, spin, spin
In the backyard, alleys, sidewalks, in a corner of a bar
The circle is an ancient form
It's a mark that stays on the ground
Samba is the cream, it's the top of evolution

May the time it lasts be eternal
I follow the lesson as the saying goes
May I never lack the drumming
And have reasons for laughter
In samba I found, a cavaquinho made of solid wood

The circle emanates chords everywhere
Someone asks for a key and there it goes echoing
Verses that come are not in vain
Words sung, melodies kept
The circle is a chest with the key in everyone's hands

And it will spin, spin, spin
In the backyard, alleys, sidewalks, in a corner of a bar
The circle is an ancient form
It's a mark that stays on the ground
Samba is the cream, it's the top of evolution

And it will spin, spin, spin
In the backyard, alleys, sidewalks, in a corner of a bar
The circle is an ancient form
It's a mark that stays on the ground
Samba is the cream, it's the top of evolution