In the Form of a Prayer

Who thinks he keeps getting lost For that now I'll defend myself From the pain, so cruel, of this longing Which, from unhappiness Invades my poor breast Drumming is a privilege Nobody learns samba in school To dance the samba is to cry with happiness Is to smile with nostalgia Within the melody

For that, now To Penha I'll send My dark woman to sing With satisfaction With harmony This sad melody Which is my samba In the form of a prayer

Samba in reality Does not come from the hill, nor from the city And he who bears a passion Will feel that the samba then Is born in the heart

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