Those who find
Are always getting lost
That's why from now on I'll defend myself
From the cruel ache of this yearning
Which unfortunately
Breaks into my poor heart
That's why, now
I'm sending to Penha
My woman, singing
With satisfaction
And with harmony
This sad melody
That is my samba
In the shape of a prayer
A drum is a privilege
Nobody learns samba in school
To dance samba is to cry of happiness
It's to smile in nostalgia
In a melody
That's why, now
I'm sending to Penha
My woman, singing
With satisfaction
And with harmony
This sad melody
That is my samba
In the shape of a prayer
Samba, actually
Comes neither from the slums nor from the city
And those who can bear a passion
Will feel that samba
Is born in the heart