Mangueira - Samba-Enredo 2019
Samba-Enredo
Mangueira - Samba-Enredo 2019
[Theme: A Story to Lull Grown-Ups]
Mangueira, remove the dust from the basements
Oh, make way for your heroes from the sheds
From the Brazils that make up a country of Lecis, jamelões
They are green and pink, the crowds
Mangueira, remove the dust from the basements
Oh, make way for your heroes from the sheds
From the Brazils that make up a country of Lecis, jamelões
They are green and pink, the crowds
Brazil, my dear
Let me tell you
The story that history doesn't tell
The reverse of the same place
It's in the struggle that we find each other
Brazil, my darling
Mangueira has arrived
With verses that the book erased
Since 1500, there's been more invasion than discovery
There's dark blood trampled
Behind the hero in a frame
Women, tamoios, mulattos
I want a country that's not in the picture
Brazil, your name is Dandara
And your face is from cariri
It didn't come from heaven
Nor from Isabel's hands
Freedom is a dragon in the sea of Aracati
Hail the caboclos of July
Those made of steel in the years of lead
Brazil, it's time
To listen to the Marias, Mahins, Marielles, malês
Mangueira, remove the dust from the basements
Oh, make way for your heroes from the sheds
From the Brazils that make up a country of Lecis, jamelões
They are green and pink, the crowds
Mangueira, remove the dust from the basements
Oh, make way for your heroes from the sheds
From the Brazils that make up a country of Lecis, jamelões
They are green and pink, the crowds
Brazil, my dear
Let me tell you
The story that history doesn't tell
The reverse of the same place
It's in the struggle that we find each other
Brazil, my darling
Mangueira has arrived
With verses that the book erased
Since 1500, there's been more invasion than discovery
There's dark blood trampled
Behind the hero in a frame
Women, tamoios, mulattos
I want a country that's not in the picture
Brazil, your name is Dandara
And your face is from cariri
It didn't come from heaven
Nor from Isabel's hands
Freedom is a dragon in the sea of Aracati
Hail the caboclos of July
Those made of steel in the years of lead
Brazil, it's time
To listen to the Marias, Mahins, Marielles, malês