Samba-Enredo 2020 - Viradouro de Alma Lavada
G.R.E.S Unidos do Viradouro (RJ)
2020 Samba-Enredo - Viradouro of Washed Soul
Oh, mother! Soap, mother!
Soap, to then dry
Oh, mother! Soap, mother!
Soap, to then dry
Ora yê yê ô oxum! Your golden has axé
Make your quilombo in Abaeté
Who washes the soul of these people wears gold
It's Viradouro! It's Viradouro!
Rise, black woman, the sun is at the window
Take the bowl to the fisherman's xaréu
Freedom is achieved with earnings
And the basket is the size of the sweat of your love
Mommy, these old sandbanks
Where our ancestors woke up in the mornings
For the fight they smell angelim
And the sweetness of quindim
From the Itapuã spring
Camará gained the city
The erê inherited freedom
Song of the Marias, lowlands of dendê
Call the parish for the batuquejê
Camará gained the city
The erê inherited freedom
Song of the Marias, lowlands of dendê
Call the parish for the batuquejê
They are the angels and the tides
Creoles of the balangandã, oh iaiá
Circle dance, by the sea
Blessed gainer, go to the terreiro to samba
On the stairs of faith
It's the voice of the woman!
Xangô illuminates the walk
The phalanx is formed
A choir full of love
Kaô, the axé comes from Bahia
In this black singing
That Maria taught
Oh, mother! Soap, mother!
Soap, to then dry
Oh, mother! Soap, mother!
Soap, to then dry
Ora yê yê ô oxum! Your golden has axé
Make your quilombo in Abaeté
Who washes the soul of these people wears gold
It's Viradouro! It's Viradouro!
Ora yê yê ô oxum! Your golden has axé
Make your quilombo in Abaeté
Who washes the soul of these people wears gold
It's Viradouro! It's Viradouro!
Rise, black woman, the sun is at the window
Take the bowl to the fisherman's xaréu
Freedom is achieved with earnings
And the basket is the size of the sweat of your love
Mommy, these old sandbanks
Where our ancestors woke up in the mornings
For the fight they smell angelim
And the sweetness of quindim
From the Itapuã spring
Camará gained the city
The erê inherited freedom
Song of the Marias, lowlands of dendê
Call the parish for the batuquejê
Camará gained the city
The erê inherited freedom
Song of the Marias, lowlands of dendê
Call the parish for the batuquejê
They are the angels and the tides
Creoles of the balangandã, oh iaiá
Circle dance, by the sea
Blessed gainer, go to the terreiro to samba
On the stairs of faith
It's the voice of the woman!
Xangô illuminates the walk
The phalanx is formed
A choir full of love
Kaô, the axé comes from Bahia
In this black singing
That Maria taught
Oh, mother! Soap, mother!
Soap, to then dry
Oh, mother! Soap, mother!
Soap, to then dry
Ora yê yê ô oxum! Your golden has axé
Make your quilombo in Abaeté
Who washes the soul of these people wears gold
It's Viradouro! It's Viradouro!
Ora yê yê ô oxum! Your golden has axé
Make your quilombo in Abaeté
Who washes the soul of these people wears gold
It's Viradouro! It's Viradouro!
