Who sees me always standing,
Distant guarantees that I do not know how to dance samba . . .
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
I am only watching, knowing,
Feeling, hearing and I cannot speak . . .
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
I see the legs of tableware
Of the young woman who passes and that I cannot capture . . .
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
How much time I have desired her kiss
Wet with passion fruit . . .
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
And whoever offends me, humiliating me, stepping all over me,
Thinking that I will put up with it . . .
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
And whoever sees me grasping at life,
Doubts that I will retaliate . . .
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
I see the streak of light emerging,
Asking people to sing . . .
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
I have so much joy, postponed,
Stuffed inside, I wish I could scream . . .
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives
I am saving myself for when Carnaval arrives . . .