Serra Dos Meus Sonhos Dourados

Mountain of my golden dreams
Where we were raised
I will die
Not disrespecting anyone
Little mountain costs more to come

Joana, where's my guitar
That I asked you to keep
It's not made of pine
Not of peroba, it's made of rosewood
Who is from Serrinha
Treats samba with respect
Wears the green and white colors
On the left side of the chest

Mountain of my golden dreams
Where we were raised
I will die
Not disrespecting anyone
Little mountain costs more to come

Giordano fired a shot
Madureira trembled
Serrinha, which was the stronghold
Didn't even move
Keco, who is Tico's brother
Who married Chica
Sent me an invitation
To see Serrinha
On a beautiful moonlit night

Mountain of my golden dreams
Where we were raised
I will die
Not disrespecting anyone
Little mountain costs more to come

I go to the samba in Serrinha
To see my friend Tuninho
He takes the white ones
And leaves the black ones for me
There on the hill of Serrinha
Black samba, white samba
Samba for those in flip-flops
For those in shoes
For those in clogs