Acadêmicos do Tucuruvi - Samba-Enredo 2023

[Plot: Da Silva Bezerra: The Voice of the People!]

It's the samba-enredo and rap, a new union
They are Bezerras and Da Silvas, this is our people
For the hills and slums in Tucuruvi
Cantareira, trickery, this is the people from here

(I'm going to tighten)

You have to have faith to live in this country
Brazilian doesn't give up, will never give up
Hope is in each of us, oh
Bezerra's voice is our voice
You have to have faith to live in this country
Brazilian doesn't give up, will never give up
Hope is in each of us, oh
Bezerra's voice is our voice

Brazil
It's favela, it's quilombo, it's roncó
From the Da Silva and Bezerra who arrived in this land
Incarnated in one
In that drummer from the mocambos
Who made samba of trickery
Against hunger and oppression
Sang against the extinct justice
A sambista from the curimba, Zé Pilintra of the nation

Come on, drummer, mandingueiro
Bring the strength of the congá
Set the point in the terreiro
With the light of Oxalá
Your truth, Jesus
For a path of love
At the feet of the Holy Cross he knelt

Come on, drummer, mandingueiro
Bring the strength of the congá
Set the point in the terreiro
With the light of Oxalá
Your truth, Jesus
For a path of love
At the feet of the Holy Cross he knelt

In the hills, several talents
Composing truth, without hesitation
Sambistas, poets, partideiros
At the service of the song

And the samba is in the can of the cream that hurts Brazil
There are people in suits and ties killing more than rifles
A bunch of arrow fingers
Scoundrels that the homeland gave birth to

Hello, trickery, sucker doesn't come in here
In Tucuruvi, in Tucuruvi
Sapeca, iaiá, makes the people smile
Go, Tucuruvi, go, Tucuruvi

You have to have faith to live in this country
Brazilian doesn't give up, will never give up
Hope is in each of us, oh
Bezerra's voice is our voice
You have to have faith to live in this country
Brazilian doesn't give up, will never give up
Hope is in each of us, oh
Bezerra's voice is our voice

Brazil
It's favela, it's quilombo, it's roncó
From the Da Silva and Bezerra who arrived in this land
Incarnated in one
In that drummer from the mocambos
Who made samba of trickery
Against hunger and oppression
Sang against the extinct justice
A sambista from the curimba, Zé Pilintra of the nation

Come on, drummer, mandingueiro
Bring the strength of the congá
Set the point in the terreiro
With the light of Oxalá
Your truth, Jesus
For a path of love
At the feet of the Holy Cross he knelt

Come on, drummer, mandingueiro
Bring the strength of the congá
Set the point in the terreiro
With the light of Oxalá
Your truth, Jesus
For a path of love
At the feet of the Holy Cross he knelt

In the hills, several talents
Composing truth, without hesitation
Sambistas, poets, partideiros
At the service of the song

And the samba is in the can of the cream that hurts Brazil
There are people in suits and ties killing more than rifles
A bunch of arrow fingers
Scoundrels that the homeland gave birth to

Hello, trickery, sucker doesn't come in here
In Tucuruvi, in Tucuruvi
Sapeca, iaiá, makes the people smile
Go, Tucuruvi, go, Tucuruvi

You have to have faith to live in this country
Brazilian doesn't give up, will never give up
Hope is in each of us, oh
Bezerra's voice is our voice
You have to have faith to live in this country
Brazilian doesn't give up, will never give up
Hope is in each of us, oh
Bezerra's voice is our voice

Hope is in each of us, oh
Bezerra's voice is our voice
Hope is in each of us, oh
Bezerra's voice is our voice