Samba-Enredo 2016 - A Ópera Dos Malandros

I'm a sly percussionist
Born up there in Morro do Salgueiro
If you don't believe, come to my samba to see
Things will get lively

I'm a sly percussionist
Born up there in Morro do Salgueiro
If you don't believe, come to my samba to see
Things will get lively

I'm a sly percussionist
Born up there in Morro do Salgueiro
If you don't believe, come to my samba to see
Things will get lively

Laroyê, mojubá, axé!
Hail the faithful people, excuse me
I'm going to the street, the Moon called me
Reflected in my hat
I am the King of the night

On a stage, under the stars
In white linen I will perform
Sly descending the hill, hey, Zé
With the sway and the two-tone foot
To live by love, through the sidewalks
A master of the early morning

Hey, I am the lucky one
The wind blows in my favor
Spin, luck, spin, world
Sly one, let it spin
I'm the one calling the shots
You can bet

Hey, I am the lucky one
The wind blows in my favor
Spin, luck, spin, world
Sly one, let it spin
I'm the one calling the shots
You can bet

The vagabond samba, my people singing
Day by day, bar after bar
Here is my philosophy, in the arms of bohemia
I let myself be carried away

I go through alleys and lanes
The baron of the favelas has arrived
Who protects me doesn't sleep
My saint is strong, it's who guides me
In the struggle of each morning, a messenger of peace
With larôs and saravás

I'm a sly percussionist
Born up there in Morro do Salgueiro
If you don't believe, come to my samba to see
Things will get lively

I'm a sly percussionist
Born up there in Morro do Salgueiro
If you don't believe, come to my samba to see
Things will get lively

Laroyê, mojubá, axé!
Hail the faithful people, excuse me
I'm going to the street, the Moon called me
Reflected in my hat
I am the King of the night

On a stage, under the stars
In white linen I will perform
Sly descending the hill, hey, Zé
With the sway and the two-tone foot
To live by love, through the sidewalks
A master of the early morning

Hey, I am the lucky one
The wind blows in my favor
Spin, luck, spin, world
Sly one, let it spin
I'm the one calling the shots
You can bet

Hey, I am the lucky one
The wind blows in my favor
Spin, luck, spin, world
Sly one, let it spin
I'm the one calling the shots
You can bet

The vagabond samba, my people singing
Day by day, bar after bar
Here is my philosophy, in the arms of bohemia
I let myself be carried away

I go through alleys and lanes
The baron of the favelas has arrived
Who protects me doesn't sleep
My saint is strong, it's who guides me
In the struggle of each morning, a messenger of peace
With larôs and saravás

I'm a sly percussionist
Born up there in Morro do Salgueiro
If you don't believe, come to my samba to see
Things will get lively

I'm a sly percussionist
Born up there in Morro do Salgueiro
If you don't believe, come to my samba to see
Things will get lively