They say I was Americanized
By the stupid money
That I got filthy rich
That I hate the groove of the tambourine
That listening to the cuíca frightens me
They say that I'm worried about my hands
And word has it
That I know something
That I no longer have swing, rhythm or anything else
And that there aren't any frills any longer
But why do they come with so much spite over me?
Could I really be Americanized?
I was born with samba and live in full tranquility
Singing the old beat all night long
Samba wheels are my favorite
I really say 'Eu te amo' and never 'I love you'
As long as Brazil exists
When it comes to food
I'm all about shrimp stew with chayote
They say I was Americanized
By the stupid money
That I got filthy rich
That I hate the groove of the tambourine
That listening to the cuíca frightens me
They say that I'm worried about my hands
And word has it
That I know something
That I no longer have swing, rhythm or anything else
And that there aren't any frills any longer
But why do they come with so much spite over me?
Could I really be Americanized?
I was born with samba and live in full tranquility
Singing the old beat all night long
Samba wheels are my favorite
I really say 'Eu te amo' and never 'I love you'
As long as Brazil exists
When it comes to food
I'm all about shrimp stew with chayote
Thank you very much!