CLAUSTROFOBIA
CLAUSTROPHOBIA
(Martinho da Vila)

Ah! My samba
If you are ours, then ours is the samba
If ours is the samba, then the samba is ours
Why prisons within yourself?
Out, my samba
Because I know you have claustrophobia
The night is yours, the night and day
Go spread yourself throughout the land

Go, my samba
Without fatigue, weariness or stress
There’s no need for prayer, kermis*
A priest or judge’s passport
The window to the world is already opened
And now you can’t stop
You have to conquer
You have to enchant
And make yourself sing
With your lalalala
repeat 3x