Beija-Flor de Nilópolis - Samba-Enredo 2015

I am black by race
In blood and in color
A warrior Beija-Flor
Oh my sovereign goddess
Redeem your African soul

Come in the beat of the drum
Return in the memory of a Griot
Tired voice, calloused hands
Listen boy Beija-Flor
Ceiba, tree of life
Roots in the green vastness
In the belief of ancient tribes
Strength embodied in this land
The invader sailed the sea
Set off in search of riches
And found in this place
New Indias, other royalties
Exchanged destiny, Treaty is made
The eyes of the ancestors well up

Black man sings, black man cries for freedom
Symphony of the tides, longing
An African king who did not lose faith
He was my brother, son of Guinea

Beautiful
Divine island witness of the chains
I saw slavery raise nations
But blackness reconciles
The flame of equality does not extinguish
Look at the brown girl in the circle and come samba
In the swing of Balelé, colors in the air
From this mixture I make carnival
Sing Equatorial Guinea
Child, lift your head and go away
The sea that brought pain now brings wealth
You have a family now
Who kisses this flower does not cry