Samba da Bênção

It's better to be happy than to be sad
Joy is the best thing that exists
It's like the light in the heart

But to make a samba with beauty
It takes a good amount of sadness
It takes a good amount of sadness
Otherwise, a samba is not made

Otherwise, it's like loving only a beautiful woman
So what? A woman must have
Something beyond beauty
Something sad
Something that cries
Something that misses

A sway of wounded love
A beauty that comes from sadness
Of knowing oneself as a woman
Made only for loving
To suffer for love
And to be only forgiveness

Making samba is not telling jokes
And those who make samba like that are nothing
Good samba is a form of prayer

Because samba is the swinging sadness
And sadness always has hope
Sadness always has hope
Of one day not being sad anymore

Like those people who walk around
Playing with life
Be careful, friend!
Life is for real
And don't be fooled, there's only one
Even two is good

No one will tell me they have
Without proving it very well proven
With a certificate issued in the heavenly registry office
And signed below: God
And with recognized signature!

Life is not a joke, friend
Life is the art of encounter
Although there is so much disconnection in life
There is always a woman waiting for you
With eyes full of affection
And hands full of forgiveness
Put a little love in your life
As in your samba

Put a little love in a cadence
And you will see that no one in the world overcomes
The beauty that a samba has, no

Because samba was born in Bahia
And if today it is white in poetry
If today it is white in poetry
It is too black in the heart

I, for example, the captain of the woods
Vinicius de Moraes
Poet and diplomat
The whitest black man in Brazil
In the direct line of Xangô, saravá!

The blessing, Lady
The greatest ialorixá of Bahia
Land of Caymmi and João Gilberto
The blessing, Pixinguinha
You who cried on the flute
All my love sorrows

The blessing, Sinhô, the blessing, Cartola
The blessing, Ismael Silva
Your blessing, Heitor dos Prazeres
The blessing, Nelson Cavaquinho
The blessing, Geraldo Pereira
The blessing, my good Cyro Monteiro
You, nephew of Nonô

The blessing, Noel, your blessing, Ary
The blessing, all the great
Samba musicians of Brazil
White, black, mulatto
Beautiful like the soft skin of Oxum

The blessing, maestro Antonio Carlos Jobim
Dear partner and friend
Who have traveled so many songs with me
And there are still so many to travel
The blessing, Carlinhos Lyra
One hundred percent partner

You who unite action with feeling
And thought
The blessing, the blessing, Baden Powell
New friend, new partner
Who made this samba with me
The blessing, friend

The blessing, maestro Moacir Santos
You are not one, you are many like
My Brazil of all saints
Including my Saint Sebastian
Saravá! The blessing, as I'm leaving
I'll have to say goodbye

Put a little love in a cadence
And you will see that no one in the world overcomes
The beauty that a samba has, no

Because samba was born in Bahia
And if today it is white in poetry
If today it is white in poetry
It is too black in the heart