Beija-Flor de Nilópolis - Samba-Enredo 2016

I'm Beija-Flor, in joy or in pain
The goddess of the catwalk is her!
First in the history of the Marquês
Who in Sapucaí is sovereign
Indeed from Nilópolis

The curtain of time opened
Framing Beija-Flor's story
From Nova Lima to poetry it was made
In the genius of the Marquês
Born in Congonhas de Sabará
The purest gold of Minas Gerais
Crossed the sea in the eagerness to conquer
Knowledge in Lusitanian lands
Shone in the eyes of the law, became a bachelor
Faithful to the nation, finally returned
The longing tightened

A cry of resistance echoed
In the distance the voice of independence was heard
For Brazil, happiness reigns
Freedom has dawned

A man of real value
A winner on the road of life
In his legacy the primacy
In the gratitude he would inherit
Poet, musician, writer
The little miner immortalized in Rio
Your ground flourishes nobility for the samba to pass
A sacred temple in the moonlight
The apotheosis of every samba lover
Artist! true heir of Ciata
Who embraces you today at the square's feet
In another carnival