Samba-Enredo 1998 - Fatumbi Ilha de Todos Os Santos

Come see, come see the drums get wild
Xirê, Sapucaí's gonna shake
For Fatumbi Ojuobá

Come shine, a divine gift
Under Ifá's guidance, the child of destiny is born
And with the island, it crosses the sea
The ship is a slave ship, oh oh oh
And coming along are the orixás
To rise up our sacred grounds
In the Yoruba nagô culture, oh oh
It gives itself completely
And crowned babalaô
White man, sorcerer

Black cries, black laughs, love, love
Black is a race, black is a shout
Black is so beautiful
Fatumbi captured it

Jubiabá
And with Jubiabá in memory
It changes its path, comes away
And from Bahia makes its song
Becomes a child of the saint, of the mother lady
And its work in candomblé
Shows the strength of our axé
And the greatness of this nation
Illuminated by the peace of Oxalá
It's light that shines with its charm
It's the Island of All Saints