When I can’t
Step on the avenue
When my
Legs
Can’t take it
Carry my body
With my samba
My ring of expert
I give it to someone who deserves it
I am going to stay
With my people,
Spying
My school
Winning and losing
One more carnival
Before I get let go
Leave the youngest samba player
My final request
Don’t let samba die
Don’t let samba end
The hill was made of samba
From samba, to us dancing