When I launch my block
The block of the fearless
A happy block
A believer block
A black block
A free block
When I dance for the people
I'll dress up as a concrete block
I'll go fast
I'll go saying
That this block is
Really beautiful
So
I already see people gathering
Every kind of people
With beautiful clothes
Dancing softly
During the night
Morning
Will come
To see
The block
When it's not Carnival time
On the ground when it's winter
And
The
Moon
Will
Have a recital
Of the happy people screaming on the street
To turn people into nostalgia
This block is singing
About whole lives
And the crowd
That drowns
To the day
This night
Is
A flag-bearer
When, at the climax
The body
Exhales
Floral passions
Through the same dance
Nobody talks
Nobody gets tired
The
Soul
Is the
Pulse
Of
The
Block