Sala de Recepção [English translation]

Populated by such simple and poor people,

Who only have the sun that covers all,

Mangueira, how can you sing?

Know, then, that we wish nothing more

The night, the silver moon

Silently, listens to our songs

Up above there is a cross

Where we make our prayers

And we're proud to be the first champions

I do declare that happiness lives here

And the other schools even weep

Envying your rank

My Mangueira, oh you reception room

Here enemies are hugged

As if they were friends