My Place
My place,
is path of Ogun and Iansã,
there has samba till morning,
ginga one on each floor.
My place,
is surrounded by struggle and sweat,
hope for a better world
and beer to celebrate.
My place,
has its myths and light beings
is very close to Oswaldo Cruz,
Cascadura, Vaz Lobo, Irajá.
My place,
's smile is peace and pleasure,
his name is sweet to say,
Madureira, there laia.
Madureira, there laia.
My place,
is path of Ogun and Iansã,
there has samba till morning,
ginga one on each floor.
My place,
is surrounded by struggle and sweat,
hope for a better world
and beer to celebrate.
My place,
has its myths and light beings
is very close to Oswaldo Cruz,
Cascadura, Vaz Lobo, Irajá.
My place,
's smile is peace and pleasure,
his name is sweet to say,
Madureira, there laia.
Madureira, there laia.
Oh that place,
nostalgia reminds me,
the loves I've had there,
is hard to forget.
Sweet place,
that is eternal in my heart,
and brings inspiration to poets,
to sing and write.
Oh my place
who has not seen Aunt Eulalia dance
Grandma Mary bless the yard,
and still has jongo the moonlight.
Oh that place,
has a thousand things to tell us,
the hard part is knowing finish,
Madureira, there laia.
Madureira, there laia.
On every corner a pagoda bar,
in Madureira.
Empire and Portela are also there,
In Madureira.
And you can buy Mercadão,
the bargain you will lead,
one Dengo, a dream for those dreaming.
In madureira.
and who qualifies can get up,
has round game, hillbilly and billiards,
hole, Swedish pro passing time,
In madureira.
And a flutter until I do,
in group ten, hundred and thousand,
by sevens side I'll fencing
In madureira.
Lalalaialalaialalaia in madureira
Lalalaialalaialalaia in madureira