When I sing, my samba is beaten, the crowd is amazed at the mess I make
I do it, I don't get embarrassed because there's no time
I mark my counter-tempo within the measure
If you don't have the rhythm in your soul, nor singing with more calm, do what I do
Samba, song, samba beat, for me it's nothing, what comes, I bring
But when I sing, my samba is beaten, the crowd is amazed at the mess I make
I do it, I don't get embarrassed because there's no time
I mark my counter-tempo within the measure
If you don't have the rhythm in your soul, nor singing with more calm, do what I do
Samba, song, samba beat, for me it's nothing, what comes, I bring
I don't have a poetic vein, but I sing with a lot of tact
I don't make a matter of metric, but I don't even dispense with grammar
I don't get in the way of music, not even being symphonic
I try to make my microphone voice sympathetic
But when I sing, my samba is beaten, the crowd is amazed at the mess I make
I do it, I don't get embarrassed because there's no time
I mark my counter-tempo within the measure
If you don't have the rhythm in your soul, nor singing with more calm, do what I do
Samba, song, samba beat, for me it's nothing, what comes, I bring
What comes, I bring
What comes, I bring
I don't have a poetic vein, but I sing with a lot of tact
I don't make a matter of metric, but I don't even dispense with grammar
I don't get in the way of music, not even being symphonic
I try to make my microphone voice sympathetic
But when I sing, my samba is beaten
What comes, I bring