There's more samba in meeting than in waiting
There's more samba in evil than in wounds
There's more samba in the port than in the sails
There's more samba in forgiveness than in farewells
There's more samba in the hands than in the eyes
There's more samba on the floor than on the moon
There's more samba in the man who works
There's more samba in the sound coming from the streets
There's more samba in the chest of those who weep
There's more samba in the wailing of those who see
That the good samba doesn't have a place or time
The outside heart dances the samba without meaning to
Come and your suffering will be gone
If everyone danced the samba it would be so easy to live
Come and your suferring will be gone
If everyone danced the samba it would be so easy to live