Sing, sing, my friends.
Set sadness aside.
Sing strong, sing loud,
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
Sing samba in the round,
The samba-song et the ripped up samba.
Sing break samba,
Modern samba and square samba.
Sing the ciranda, the frevo,
The côco, the maxixe, the baião, and the xaxado,
But don't sing this pretty girl
Because her husband is right beside her.
Sing, sing, my friends.
Set sadness aside.
Sing strong, sing loud,
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
Someone who sings scares his troubles away,
There, high on the hillside,
Or by dancing samba on pavement.
I sing the samba-enredo,
A little slow samba and a partido alto.
It's been a long time since I heard
This kind of syncopated samba.
If it's not at all possible to sing,
It's because we see the sun come up square.
Sing, sing, my friends.
Set sadness aside.
Sing strong, sing loud,
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.
But I said it will get better.
So that life gets better.
Now it will get better.
So that life gets better.
But will life get better?
So that life gets better.
I'm going to leave soon.
So that life gets better.
So that life gets better.