Império de Casa Verde - Samba-Enredo 2023

[Theme: Empire of Drums - An Afro-Musical Brazil]

Open the circle, today there will be a round dance
The mother's womb enchants the child who is about to be born
In the trance, the fruit is born, and in the ritual
The drumming is infinite
Accompanying the new being

Put your hand on this drum, my guardian drummer
Hail the griots and the warrior tiger king
Each beat on the skin is resistance and prayer
Forget the longing and the sweat of slavery

Call the slave quarters, firm up the drumming
Spin in the umbigada, jongo and caxambu
It's the sound of black, music from the ghetto
Mystique of Ketu, maracatu
Call the slave quarters, firm up the drumming
Spin in the umbigada, jongo and caxambu
It's the sound of black, music from the ghetto
Mystique of Ketu, maracatu

People surrendered to reggae from Maranhão
To the boiling timbal, São Salvador
Madureira and charm in front of the station
São Paulo, funk also shook

The laiá-laiá from the end of the world
Sobbing the pain that no one heard
Black voice insists, axé resists
While the soap opera distracts Brazil

Quilombola is quizomba
Casa Verde, my quilombo
In this procession comes the African chant
In the beating of the imperial drum
Quilombola is quizomba
Casa Verde, my quilombo
In this procession comes the African chant
In the beating of the imperial drum

Open the circle, today there will be a round dance
The mother's womb enchants the child who is about to be born
In the trance, the fruit is born, and in the ritual
The drumming is infinite
Accompanying the new being

Put your hand on this drum, my guardian drummer
Hail the griots and the warrior tiger king
Each beat on the skin is resistance and prayer
Forget the longing and the sweat of slavery

Call the slave quarters, firm up the drumming
Spin in the umbigada, jongo and caxambu
It's the sound of black, music from the ghetto
Mystique of Ketu, maracatu
Call the slave quarters, firm up the drumming
Spin in the umbigada, jongo and caxambu
It's the sound of black, music from the ghetto
Mystique of Ketu, maracatu

People surrendered to reggae from Maranhão
To the boiling timbal, São Salvador
Madureira and charm in front of the station
São Paulo, funk also shook

The laiá-laiá from the end of the world
Sobbing the pain that no one heard
Black voice insists, axé resists
While the soap opera distracts Brazil

Quilombola is quizomba
Casa Verde, my quilombo
In this procession comes the African chant
In the beating of the imperial drum
Quilombola is quizomba
Casa Verde, my quilombo
In this procession comes the African chant
In the beating of the imperial drum

Quilombola is quizomba
Casa Verde, my quilombo
In this procession comes the African chant
In the beating of the imperial drum
Quilombola is quizomba
Casa Verde, my quilombo
In this procession comes the African chant
In the beating of the drum