Come to the streets of Bahia
and you will see how beautiful life is there.
Go on the golden sand, dreaming under the palm trees,
to the love that calls you.
See the white sailing ships passing on the ocean
on their way from the West Indies.
See in the orange sky, the sun hiding itself
in the eyes of the girls.
In the country of samba—in the land of lovers—
for the festival of tobacco, go dance into the blue night.
Come to the streets of Bahia
and you will see how beautiful life is there.
In the colorful crowd, you see the swirling
of lace petticoats.
To the rhythm of the tumba, chant the cries of joy—
love leads the dance.
And as the evening winds down, your heart beats fast
because the celebration is beginning.
In the country of samba—in the land of lovers—
for the festival of tobacco, go dance into the blue night.
Come to the streets of Bahia
and you will see how beautiful life is there.
Come with a girl on your arm and do not resist
the love that calls you.
In the land of samba—in the land of joyful people—
the sun will rise on two lovers—
on two lovers—
on two lovers.