Lua de Ogum

The moon
When it brightens the ground
In the shape of a tambourine
Brazilian samba looks more beautiful
The voice of the samba player
Goes to infinity
There's always a story to tell
For the people who came from there
From overseas
It's a voice that doesn't quiet down
That overcame the slave quarters
And managed to break free

It's a voice that doesn't quiet down
That overcame the slave quarters
And managed to break free

The stars influence the samba
Clears the mind of a samba player
Who cultivates inspiration
Ogum's Moon
Don't let at any moment
My samba in the darkness
Illuminate my musical chords
Or is it that the moon
Of Saint George is no longer
Illuminating my musical chords (the moon)