Samba-Enredo 1992 - Non Ducor Duco, Qual É a Minha Cara?

Good is to remember, too good
Old gas lamps
Chandeliers, drizzle, roosters in the yards
Time passed lost in the old chimes
When the giant exploded
A concrete jungle emerged

The air, where's my air?
In Ibirapuera I'll roll around
Paulista of the coffee barons
Cathedral, Ground Zero, hail the square of faith!

Place of samba, speak São João, speak Ipiranga
Bahian roses make it at Largo do Arouche
The whole city spinning
It's a goal, the earth trembles in the general area
There are millions of divine violins at the Municipal Theater

Tietê, I want to drink you one day
The children will come to quench their thirst in the palm of their hand
The Sampa star shone illuminating the pioneers
Jesuits coming from the Serra do Mar

Blue and pink passing by
Blue and pink is a rosebush
Rosebush where the sabiá sings

My sabiá, oh oh oh oh
Released the trill, sang, sang
Put on a show on the catwalk
Raised the crowd
Flapped its wings and flew