I feel like I'm stepping
A ground of emeralds
When I take my heart
To the Mangueira
Under a shower of roses
My blood gushes from my veins
And dyes a carpet
For her to samba
It's the royalty of the bambas
Who wants to show off
Superb, graceful
My school is a rotating weather vane
It's green, It's pink
Oh, make way for Mangueira to pass

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