Inhabited by such simple and poor people
That only has the sun which covers everyone
How can you, Mangueira, sing?

Well then, understand that we don't desire anything more
The night, the silver moon
In the quiet, listening to our songs

There's a cruise up there
Where we say our prayers
And we are proud to be the first champions

I say and affirm that happiness lives here
And all the other schools even cry
Envying your position

My Mangueira, at this reception room
Here you embrace the enemy
As if it were a brother