Chame Gente
Trio Elétrico Armandinho, Dodô
Call People
Ah, just imagine
What a madness is this mixture
Joy, joy the state we call Bahia
Of all saints, charms, and axé
Sacred and profane, the Bahian is carnival
In the corridor of history
Vitória, Lapinha, Caminho de Areia
Through the streets, through the veins
Flows a blood, a wine
Through the mangrove Pelourinho
On foot or by truck
Faith cannot be missing
The carnival will pass
In Sé or Campo Grande
We are the Sons of Ghandy
From Dodô and Osmar
That's why call, call, call, call people
And we complete each other
Filling the square and the poet
It's a true swarm, swarm, swarm of people
And we complete each other
Filling with joy
