A Batucada Dos Nossos Tantãs / do Fundo do Nosso Quintal

The Batucada of Our Drums / From the Bottom of Our Backyard

Samba, we never lose the pleasure of singing
And they do everything to silence
The batucada of our tantãs

In its echoing, the samba is remade
Its song shines
We can smile again

Samba, eternal delirium of the composer
That is born from the soul, without skin, without color
With simplicity, not being vulgar
Making our joy its natural habitat
The samba flourishes from the bottom of our backyard

This samba is for you
Who keep talking, criticizing
Wanting to show off, wanting to end
Our popular culture

It's beautiful to see
The samba flowing, to the other side
There is no border to stop us
You don't samba but you have to applaud

A little more and it will clear up
We will meet again
Certainly nothing will erase
This shine of yours, of yours, of yours

The affection dedicated to us
We pour out through our voice
Singing the joy of not being alone

Good night, good night
For those who found themselves in love

Good night, good night
For those who have not been disappointed

Good night, good night
For those who came just to samba

Good night, good night
For those who say in the foot and in the palm of the hand

Good night, good night
For those who only felt longing after all

Thank you from the bottom of our backyard