🎶It's better to be happy than to be sad,
Happiness is the best thing that exists,
It's like the light in the heart,
But to make a beautiful samba,
It takes a lot of sadness
It takes a lot of sadness
Otherwise, you can't do a samba
Otherwise it's like loving a woman just beautiful
And?
A woman has to have something besides beauty
anything sad
anything that cries
anything you miss
a wounded love spring
A beauty that comes from the sadness of knowing herself as a woman
made just to love
To suffer for your love and to be just forgiveness
Doing samba is not telling jokes
And whoever makes samba like that is nothing
Good samba is a form of prayer
Because samba is the sadness that rocks
And sadness always has hope
One day not to be sad anymore
Like these people out there playing with life
be careful mate
life is for real
And don't be fooled, there's only one
Two even though it's good, no one will tell me they have it without proving it very well proven
With certificate issued in the sky office and signed below
God, and notarized
life is no joke, friend
Life is the art of meeting even though there is so much
mismatch for life
There is always a woman waiting for you
With eyes full of affection
And hands full of forgiveness
put some love in your life
as in your samba
Put some love into a cadence
And you will see that no one in the world wins
The beauty of a samba, no
Because samba was born there in Bahia
And if today he is white in poetry
If today he is white in poetry
he is too black at heart
Me, for example, the captain of the forest Vinícius De Moraes
poet and diplomat
The blackest white in Brazil
On the direct line from Xango, saravá!
the blessing, lady
The biggest ialorixá in Bahia
Land of Caymmi and João Gilberto
The blessing, Pixinguinha, you who cried on the flute, all my sorrows of love
The blessing, sir, the blessing, Cartola
The blessing, Ismael Silva
Your blessing, Hector of Pleasures
The blessing, Nelson Cavaquinho
The blessing, Geraldo Pereira
A blessing, my good Cyro Monteiro, you, Nonô's nephew
The blessing, Noel, your blessing, Ary
A blessing, all the great samba dancers in Brazil
white, black, mulatto
Beautiful as Oxum's soft skin
The blessing, conductor Antônio Carlos Jobim
Partner and dear friend, who've traveled so many songs with me
And there are still so many to travel
The blessing, Carlinhos Lyra, partner one hundred percent
You who join action to feeling and thought
The blessing, the blessing, Baden Powell
New friend, new partner, who made this samba with me
the blessing, friend
The blessing, maestro Moacir Santos, that you are not one, you are as many as
As many as my Brazil of all saints
Including my São Sebastião
Saravá, the blessing, that I'm leaving
I will have to say goodbye
Put some love into a cadence
And you will see that no one in the world wins
The beauty of a samba, no
Because samba was born there in Bahia
And if today he is white in poetry
If today he is white in poetry
he is too black at heart
Because samba was born there in Bahia
And if today he is white in poetry
He is too black at heart.🎶
#Vinicius de Moraes
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