Viradouro 2023 - Cláudio Mattos e Cia

I am Rosa, the flower that walked on thorns
And that on the ground of this immense Brazil
Wrote its history
And I came down here, to Viradouro

Here is the flower of your altar
Your faith in every gesture
The love in every look of my children
In the singing of Viradouro
My samba is a manifesto
I am Rosa Maria, image of God

Here is the flower of your altar
Your faith in every gesture
The love in every look of my children
In the singing of Viradouro
My samba is a manifesto
I am the image of God

Rosa Maria, flower girl
Queen of the sea mirror
In the skin of the drum
Tears of the pains that resisted
Flow into the immense Brazil
Incorporated its light

I find myself distant from the origins
A path where the body was a prison
Gold that left the scars
Hope was vertigo
The soul liberation

It's wind in the skirt of the black courá
In the sway of Acotundá it's a gale
Seven voices guided my visions
Mystery, hallucinations, witchcraft

It's wind in the skirt of the black courá
In the sway of Acotundá it's a gale
Seven voices guided my visions
Mystery, hallucinations, witchcraft

I surrender to write the prediction
Tears on the rosary beads
Gift to the heart's plea
Words of a black reliquary
The voice that covers the cross
Shines upon us at the end of the calvary
Navigates hope in the light of the enchanted
Reflects the blue
I felt the soul of those, the most oppressed
I overcame heresy in the faith of the divine
The most beautiful rose at the feet of the Lord
Candombes and drumming in procession
I am the saint that the people acclaimed

Here is the flower of your altar
Your faith in every gesture
The love in every look of my children
In the singing of Viradouro
My samba is a manifesto
I am Rosa Maria, image of God

Here is the flower of your altar
Your faith in every gesture
The love in every look of my children
In the singing of Viradouro
My samba is a manifesto
I am the image of God

Rosa Maria, flower girl