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