Look at the moon lovers
Behold happiness
Shines now as before
There in the sky of freedom

For those who sleep in the serene
For those who stays late
Love is not small
Much less the truth

Go Go Go
For me love
Go Go Go
I'm going

There in the street of Joy
Down at the Square of the Afflicted
Where the most beautiful black
Bahia will dance

Bringing together the entire race
You do not have the heart color
When they get there in the square
The poet reaches out.