So many beauties left in the corners of life
That no one wants nor even looks to find
And when the dreams turn to lost hopes
That someone let die without even trying
My beauty I find in the samba I make
My sorrows turn into a joyous singing
It happens that I carry the samba deep in my chest
Without the cadence of samba I cannot be
I cannot be, I swear I can't
I cannot be, I'm true
I've already been baptized in the circle of "bamba"
The samba is the rope, I am the bucket
(In) So many nights of sorrows it consoles me
As witness I have my guitar
Oh! If the samba escapes of me I know not what will be
Without the cadence of samba I cannot be!
I cannot be, I swear I can't
I cannot be, I'm true
I've already been baptized in the circle of "bamba"
The samba is the rope, I am the bucket