If you go to Rio
Don't forget to go up there
In a small village
Hidden under the wild flowers
On a slope of a hill
It's in Madureira
You'll see the people from Rio
Going out of the little houses
To go to the feast
To the feast of sambas.
And you'll see the girls of thin waist
Climbing the paths of the hills
They go forward in small steps
And the drums
In this joyful noise
Taking the strange float
Of the schools of sambas
Who prepare the ball
And they leave for the Carnival
To repeat the rhythm
Of the craziest dances
The one of Madureira.
And you'll see the girls of thin waste
Climbing the paths of the hills
They go forward by little steps
And the drums
In this joyful noise
Taking the strange float
Of the schools of sambas.
If you go to Rio
Don't forget to go up there
In a small village
Hidden under the wild flowers
On a slope of a hill
If you go to Rio...