Esperanças perdidas [English translation]

So many beauties left in the corners of life

That no one wants nor even looks to find

And when the dreams turn to lost hopes

That someone let die without even trying

My beauty I find in the samba I make

My sorrows turn into a joyous singing

It happens that I carry the samba deep in my chest

Without the cadence of samba I cannot be

I cannot be, I swear I can't

I cannot be, I'm true

I've already been baptized in the circle of "bamba"

The samba is the rope, I am the bucket

(In) So many nights of sorrows it consoles me

As witness I have my guitar

Oh! If the samba escapes of me I know not what will be

Without the cadence of samba I cannot be!

I cannot be, I swear I can't

I cannot be, I'm true

I've already been baptized in the circle of "bamba"

The samba is the rope, I am the bucket

• Artist:Os Originais do Samba