Samba,
It agonizes but it does not die,
Someone always comes to its aid, before its final breath
Samba,
Black, strong, fearless,
Was harshly persecuted,
On the corner, in the bar, in the terreiro
Every little smile contains a small revolution on it's own. It contains the key to endure even through death itself. To endure and be able to tell you and the ones you love are still here, in presence or in memory, is also to win the battle. "Smile kids!"
