Mi Carnaval.
Dancing birds, dancing clowns.
Forty-six days before Easter festival
They make all of us smile,
We gather up for this fiesta.
Some of us cry.
My mind is focused,
And I have only one purpose.
For me to move it, move it
Move it, move it,
Let’s get to it.
Babies are afraid of mask,
For long as man can breathe.
The rhythm of the drums,
The stumping of the thumbs.
The circular motion of the hips,
This gives life to thee.
Forty-six days before Easter festival
The music is the snow of the winter,
The dancers are the clouds of the sky.
The carnival is the heart of life,
The beautiful masks and customs are life,
Makes Rio de Janeiro look so bright.
Come on, come on lets go,
It is time to dance Dembow.
Also samba, the light of the cave,
Makes us shine, makes us find the way.
Mi Carnaval marks the beginning of lent,
The beginning of my beautiful day.
The dancers on top of the beautiful cloud,
They do not like this task.
It is time for babies to cry, for them to fly.
We are all beautiful spirits,
We are all shining pearls.