Nem Ouro, Nem Prata
Teresa Cristina
Neither Gold, Nor Silver
I saw it rain, I saw lightning
But even so, the sky was blue
Samborê, Temba, Jurema Leaf
Oxóssi reigns from north to south
I'm a cheerful Brazilian
Mixed race, mulatto
There's neither gold nor silver
The samba that bleeds from my heart
Your colored girl
Piece of good affection
I entered your step, hustler
I'm not like that Conceição
Enough of exalting this thing called longing
My dark-skinned caboclo, mulatto
Amulet of our Brazil
Look, my beautiful black man
I want you, I promise, I like you
Forever in the samba-song
At the first whistle of the year 3000
