Lar Doce Lar [Favela] [English translation]

Come my love, look at me, I'm the green house on the avenue...

I am fruit on this hill, I am one of these people

I often beat around the bush, because I'm shy, and I won't fool myself.

I'm not intimidated by the thief or the police

I have my own point of view, and God guides me

Life isn't a novel of beautiful houses, cars, and caviar

Someone who is born and grows in the favela (shanty town) can't live without her.

It is their home sweet home.

Favela, dear, and so discriminated against

It is the refuge of a people who have no rights

And there, I live, there is my joint (*lit broken place)

Oh good place, I wouldn't trade you for anything.

Favela, dear, and so discriminated against

It is the refuge of a people who have no rights

*If it's straight talk, throw in your hand

*If it's not wax, turn over the marked card.

Where I was born, where I grew up

The place that I am proud of

To the rhythm of the drum

*The sound shapes us to it

*So set the shit on fire, and ask for some ice

At the empire's hut to the sound of drumming

We're having a blast, We're smiling

*Call out my brothers from our joint and all the *granfino

Call out the blondes and brunettes, the ones that steal the scene

*If she's single, I'm combing my hair with the fine comb

Tell me why this discrimination against the community

It's in the favela that we find joy

Barefooted is the first blessed step

And my mother always said have hope

*Today for all Brazil. The rights of sampa

And carnaval's started, let's start dancing samba

Yes, let's...

(repeats)