Canta, Canta, Minha Gente

Sing, sing, my people
Leave the sadness behind
Sing loud, sing proud
Life's gonna get better

Sing the samba-de-roda
The samba-canção and the broken samba
Sing the samba-de-breque
The modern samba and the square samba

Sing ciranda, the frevo
The coco, maxime, baião, and xaxado
But don’t sing about that pretty girl
'Cause she’s got her husband right by her side

Sing, sing, my people
Leave the sadness behind
Sing loud, sing proud
Life's gonna get better

Whoever sings drives away their troubles
Up on the hill or dancing on the pavement
I sing the samba-enredo
A slow samba and a partido-alto

Haven't heard in a long time
That syncopated samba
Just can’t sing it right
When the sun rises all square