Feathers and gold rise to the sky, Where samba rhythms never die, Bronze skin adorned in blue and flame, Rio calls — they answer its name.
Oh, Brazil! Beat loud, beat proud, Your colors sing above the crowd, Carnival is in our soul, The rhythm makes our spirits whole!
Headdresses crown like ancient kings, The street alive with everything, Two souls dressed in carnival's art, Brazil beats loud inside each heart.
Oh, Brazil! Beat loud, beat proud, Your colors sing above the crowd, Carnival is in our soul, The rhythm makes our spirits whole!
Samba on… samba on… Until the night is gone, Rio, we belong to you — Dressed in gold and royal blue
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