Brazil showing your voice, showing your swing
Each city has a different native sound
My blood is hot, my body is broken
Surviving and living
Dying and being born every day
To the beat of that drum I listen to my heart
This culture boils in revelry
The black nation screaming in pain and love
Here you hear multicolored sounds
Then the whole world spin and dances the samba
Samba samba-reggae
Samba metal-samba
Metalxé
Invading the world
Brazilian blood
