The tamborim(¹) warned: be careful
The guitar replied: wait for me
The cavaquinho(²) attacked, strong
When the whistle arrived, it was too late.
The surdo(³) came, hitting hard
making the cuíca (4) squeak, scared
And the tambourine danced, how lucky
Making samba is not child’s play.
Every month of February, morena(5)
Carnival awaits you
They want to cast a spell on you, morena
But, it makes sense.
If the spell reaches your body
People will go crazy
Trying to understand your dance
Wanting to find out about your life.