Carnaval 2027: check out the sambas-enredo of the Special Group schools

The soundtrack of Earth's Greatest Show is already set. At 12 The Special Group's associations have officially chosen or presented the sambas that will conduct the parades in the Marquis de Sapucaí, between February 7 and 9.

The works translate into verses the different plots that will be presented on the Avenue, passing by characters of Brazilian history, literature, ancestry, religiosity, popular culture and samba memory. Next, check out the full relationship, following the official order of the parades.

MARICA UNION

Entangled: Utopia Brasil: Darcy Ribeiro

Samba authors: Moacyr Luz, Rafael Giante, Wanderley Monteiro, Babby do Cavaco, Vinicius Ferreira, Marcelinho Moreira, Jefferson Oliveira and Hélio Porto.

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

Wake up to dream boy
In the window of the divine has already rayed his mission
When the empire's a mess
Utopia in fate falls into indignation
From the green tabernacle he made abode under the sky
One almost original, Kaapor and Kadiwéu
♪ Cheeky thought ♪
Against Prison
In the oppressive exile
Your gun was the book.
♪ Stay still alive ♪
Free in every educator

Raise Zambi a monumentIn this square a makeCrowning King Zombie (King Zombie)To the courtship quilombolaWhere samba goes to schoolDarcy Avenue

Bohemian, seductive, is light in blindness
Here's to fighting friends and trenches.
If the most concrete form is perfect
Integral, not discreet, hope keeps us
Life, college, to keep all evil from grinding good people!
For us to be happy, reform such progress
Failure is a success when speaking the heart
So many skins I wore...
So that every slumber will dream like Darcy

My country is Maricá, Utopia gentle motherNever stop fighting to change this BrazilPopular victory in this hostile homelandIt's to raise a son of a bitch!

NILOPOLIS FLOWER

Entangled: Zeneida: The Blondie Powder Breath

Samba authors: Marquinhos Beija-Flor, Claudio Russo, Jackal do Sax, Romulo Massacesi, Julio Alves and Léo Freire

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

♪ I came back wind-driven ♪
I bring every element that emanates from nature
Auí made me his instrument
Under the moon the enchantment of Caruana magic
From the Rotator, beginning and creation
The Pajerama then
Anhanga went to arrow
Seventeen days tied in the vine
I, daughter of the waters, have blossomed in my faith
It was my call, but I wasn't alone.
The woods have made me a shaman

It's pity and maraca!It's pity and maraca!I am Cabocla with African heritageMaster Mundico taught meLooping!I have the nilopolitan soul!

Here I am the strong log that was born Marupá
Root of the North, never bowing
That Mother Nazinha blessed
Who unveiled the mission of the ancestors and built
Rooted the foundation that frees Brazil

Comes in the balance of the crab
Marujada and caribbo
The one who teaches is Aguaguara
In the curumim I saw the future in the look
The Baixada to invoke
The force marajoara

Of the people I am, Muiraquitan
Pajé Zeneida, sovereign, champion

(Incorporates)

It... incorporates, caboclo!Incorporate, caboclo!I want to see it incorporate!From the womb of my Para, the laurel dust blewCommunity, Caruana Kiss-Flor!

TUIUTI PARADISE

Entangled: Ciata - The Black Mother of Samba

Samba authors: Claudio Russo, Gustavo Clarão and Luiz Antonio Simas

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

Shine in my eyes the mirror of Oxum
Singed the first rooster on the morning complexion
I prayed to infinite Olorum
Tasted like Omolokum
On the Ogã beat
I'm a mandingueira from old Bahia
From Gamboa to Health I rode in the yard
Knowing you're not going to the gym
My son, remain on my board
Dust rises, the scenery changes
God help us from the "Downside Boot"
May this town stay out of French
She's black in beauty until the scrape of the pot

Toothless boot! Toothless boot! shrimpIn the erê caruruIn the acarajé of OyáWho'll have it? Who'll have it? shrimpA spoonful mugunzza Coconut candy and manger

On the corner of the Ear
A pointer will scribble
The righteous framed a yao of the Alabah
To the Head of Folly and Crying
Carnaval is King of Diamonds
Candomblé and resistance
The stop is over. I'll go.
Try to save the Excellency
In this land of macumbers, artists
♪ Poets and reporters, you bamba people ♪
I'm from Massemba, Yabassê,
Aunt Ciata
Bahian mother of Tuiuti and samba

I'm Yalodé, Yalodé OrôI'm Yalodé, Yalodé Orô Firm scratchedMy quilombo has arrivedFirm scratched The samba quilombo has arrived

UNITS OF ISABEL VILA

Entangled: Ploughed Pie: On Earth He'll live Always the Strongest

Samba authors: Martinho da Vila, Evandro Bocão and André Diniz.

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

I'm the voice of charm
From memories and magic
Tortuous crossing that fate has reserved
And the dust cleared
Intoxicating greed cut diamonds
♪ On treacherous ground ♪
Very rich and sorcerer
It was so much land to plant
When the stone stopped singing
♪ It's not sweet the honey of the cane ♪
And goodbye to Caxangá
Black water, scorching sun, mud house
And a people of value

Just kidding, Jarê's batuqueRound the body spin for body blessIn the light of an old Nagô, the lamp fireThe caruru in the bowl, eating with his hand

But it doesn't end when the healer falls
The teacher hands the prophecy
In drama, in reading, in faith and in love
Fearless women don't shut up
Against injustices and fetters
And the struggle for the land goes on for generations

The seed that stayed is to joinDivide what you planted, and if life breaks downWipe your tears, I'll get you up to fight

On the pages of a admired bookTorto Arado is a Brazilian portraitOur village, more than a schoolAguerida quilombola, scratches the ground of this yard

INDEPENDENT MOCITY OF MIGUEL FATHER

Entangled: Latinly Independent – Our North is the South in Remanifesto

Samba authors: Feital PC, Alex Saraiça, Denilson do Rosário, André Russo, Carlinho da Chácara and Fábio Bueno.

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

Pioneer Awaken
In the green of the flag
Odé Komorodé lends me his ofa
It's time!
Of the oppressed hemisphere
Have the map reversed to Jurupari fight
We cry
For so much blood spilled
Between the hunger of the market and the fury of the ambit
For they are foremans of joy
Harmony oppressors, jailers of illusion
Latino in your soul you will kill
The sovereigns of alcatraz
Pero sin, lose there jamás tenderness!

I dreamed of Obatalá and Tupã there at OrumCaetés in the White House, Colombia and PeruIn full sovereignty we are all onePindorama was the Quilombo of Ogum knowledge

The flavors of love have handfuls of joy
Ready in the heat of rebellion
I ask the North not to repeat the bitterness of such absence,
In Brazil, my companions are heroes of resistance
Atahualpa joined Tupiara
And they shouted loudly don't rob the rare earth
I'm from Tupã with ascendant in Pachamama
In the sweat that pours and the pain that spreads
Regardless, I am disobedient.
I've got gravy and hot blood and I don't make a concession
Take your time and calm down.
May my son turn the world upside down

Play the agueré, to make revolution Play the agueré and respect this nation My north has always been, our motherland gentle Independent youth of Brazil

TIJUCA UNITS

Entangled: The Head of the Holy One

Samba authors: Ian Ruas, Caio Miranda and José Carlos

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

Mainha, from heaven, come bless me
Mainha, keep me in your lap
The light of longing wanders in the eye
In the bog, the little house, the serene
Memories that time cannot erase
The faith you left me, soothes my loneliness
Though fear hurts my heart
Delusions planted on split earth
They bloom in a trail of pain

Does the road hide the secret of love?
Does the road reveal the secret of love?

Go back, Beelzebub, don't haunt me
Padim Ciço protect me, San Francisco will heal
In the paths of illusion, sertão has already become sea
Who cultivates charity, charity will find

Hey, batuque on arraia!Gym, balloon, feast, mungunza potOpen the wheel the goat incorporatedHead of the Holy One, I am!

Prices of natives in court
Voices of hope and devotion
Guided by the Fire of Desire
I offer my blessings to purest worship

Toinho, my father, I beg your pardon!
Oh Toinho, my father asks for forgiveness!

Tijuca, light your lamp
A simple cowboy's dream
That Mother baptized Samuel
Tijuca, miracle found in Rosario
In Rio, in your sanctuary
My Juazeiro is Borel's floor!

In a land of faith, the fruit of prayer sprungBring viola, my son, the sangona has announcedThere's party in the backlands(Sambar in my bayion)

ACADEMICS OF THE SECURITY

Entangled: Laroyê Xica da Silva: History Behind History

Samba authors: Ian Ruas, Caio Miranda, Zé Carlos, David Carvalho, Luiz Fernando, Luana Rosa, Fabiano Mattos and Carlão.

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

Come on, man, this nigger's gonna spin
My drum will echo in resistance!
I invoke the divas, the Marias, the Bahians
Depraved, puritans, to cry out our insolence!
Exu commands this yard
Here's the real name.
Francisca, crossroads mother, untamed rose, street goddess!
In the procession of the Academy, black nobleman perpetuates herself

♪ I've incorporated it into my lump's tab. ♪Feast of displaying the power of blacknessI'll dilace the robes of servitudeMy body was invasion, whiteness fetish!

In the lenses of other eyes
The focus on our truth is less
Just like the actress' plot
Who staged one life, one chapter only
I, who was once other Xicas, redo the script, on the floor that made me triumph

Spin, down the hill
My willow, my pioneering quilombo, was reborn in this gongá!
Firma axé on Monday, it's macomba all night
Saravá, alafiá

Mother, guardian, fruit of affluence
Of a slave womb and a noble lord
Matrix, patron of all art
Which leads in its banner, the simple audacity of love
Praise, Brazil! Orun's daughter has awakened!

Laroyê! Xica da Silva!Laroyê! It's Mojuba!Every woman has a right to her own history.My willow is the memory I came back to consecrate

IMPERATRIZ LEOPOLDINENSE

Entangled: The King's Memory and the Sumer of Dona Julia

Samba authors: Take Me, Thiago Meiners, Gabriel Coelho, Herval Neto, Bernardo Nobre and Guilherme Macedo.

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

It's Congo-turned club, coronation procession
This loa brings mysteries of a handmade story

Since time gold is ivory
Nobility was born in me
And she parades her splendor
Back in Recife, when the court breaks into the street
Make way to talk about Dona Julia
Dona Santa went up to Orun, the calunga incorporated

There's a mystery to the mandinga your son sat on.

Nanny... in Imbuia, the Queen's Egum
Epa Baba... in the wood, the Ori of Hope

Leaving your father as a saint
It was kept in disenchantment.
Where life becomes a tale
Who's gone, made himself think

In the traditions of the Shabba
Return your lle
And the ritual will again begin

It's chicken-d'angola, flour, it's blood on the leather.Bold leaf sassagnaWater cup, smoke and huntIt was three days of guarding the snoringSpell that cuts knot for doll to recant

Lady of the Paço took it to the waves
From Pina, a parade
And in a silence that all said
The drums would sing for who it was, but it will come back

Midnight, midnight... I saw the earth tremble
Lady gives way to the people of the Orun down
(Lady gives way to the people going down to Ayê)

Oyá, Oyá...Oyá, Oyá...

May my Ogã evoke a point of macumbaTo win the street, Empress Candomblé

PORTELA

Entangled: To Master, with Care

Samba authors: Wanderley Monteiro, Vinicius Ferreira, Jefferson Oliveira, Hélio Porto, Orlando Ambrosio , W. Correa and Rafael Giante

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

The blessing, old man.
The dreamy moment has come
Pleasure to relive your legacy
Touch the past of a time boy
Live the spell of the Monaco wizard
Solar in the cavaco your beautiful destination
Use Panama with its elegance
Sell our fish with all due respect
For our taste, if samba has a face
It's yours is hopeless.

To understand you have to have an AOf love, and a whatOf Madureira in the soul♪ Got to have the light ♪Load on the chest Oswaldo Cruz

Now a huge longing devours
Simplicity lives today
In the voice that gives me peace
Oh! Beautiful inspiration, it's samba in devotion
The teachings will never die
I am your eternal continuation
I ask God and the Holy Conception
Extend the blue robe, which belongs to us
To the master with affection
The eagle of my nest
Lives in every Portelense

And speaking of love, of those who will not endTalk of Monarch, my eyes will squeakThe “old keeps” your smile in remembrance
I've been Portela since childhood!

VIRADOUR UNITS

Entangled: Gryo

Samba authors: Mocotó, Paulo César Feital, Inácio Rios, Igor Federal, Deja, Romério Duarte, André Quintanilha, Chanel, Ronilson Fernandes and Marcio André Filho

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

♪ Ago, clap your hands ♪To greet the owner of the street♪ Turn the body in the yard ♪Come on that shaped the foundationAnd the veil surrounds time, this old wizard

When Anasse boarded the silver threads
Put the gift of knowledge in the gourd
The tone of the word, strength and power
From the broken Igbah
The world has spread
In the voice of the Mandingas was made poetry
Beautiful melodies and songs of love

I was Grio in the light of a baobabTelling thrill storiesAround him, over a thousand childrenSinging memories to the sound of Korá

Tears fall through the sea of forgetfulness
Ritual oppressor
Africa, translation of every teaching
I carry it in my color
Eternized Word
He's a target against evil
Sacred is keeping secrets
For the world to know

Jongo dance packs my point
Congo Drum Lights
Other plots that will one day have to be born

Samba, school, living entity
Black memory file
Screaming at ancestry

Kahal! Kahal! Hey.Ziri Ziri Namu, KouyateKahal! Kahal! Hey.The turnout is Griot blood

ACADEMICS OF THE GREAT RIO

Entangled: Sankofa Tabon, The Returns of the Gold Coast and the Black Star of Liberty

Samba authors: Deré, Licinho Jr., Robson Moratelli, Rafael Ribeiro, Igor Federal and Gustavo Clarão.

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

Sankofa! On your wings I'll get my roots
Crossing does not erase scars
I'm history, mother's gold, ancestral black

Holy bird! I still remember the ominous ship
The pain of my first crossing
I won the drama, I'm the timeless plot

Return on the path of the tides
Around... another sense, another bias
Do I... do I take the fight of the Males, do I?
Is that all you did to free yourself?
The black people in this land who adopted me

A sun ahead, embroidered "Kente"
Ekome Feemo!

My gaze has seared, MareiaAt the meeting Nyame blessedThe flash of the old full moonAt my father's quarry Xangô

In the glow of the Akan people, Adinkra symbology
I know of us sister, taste and wisdom

Tabon, I feel at home
Tabon, I came to stay
Love has lit the fire
With wings I wanted to fly

Freedom to the sound of the baby
Freedom on the ground
My children will lift the repair time
My children will raise a country with Ghana
From the African force and call it a nation

Oh, star! Star of all blacknessOn the flag, the Great RiverBring Ghana's bravery!

FIRST THING STATION

Entangled: Oyá for Us

Samba authors: Lequinho, Junior Fionda, Gabriel Machado, Orlando Ambrósio, Guilherme Sá and Paulinho Bandolim.

SAMBA WINDER'S COMPLETE LETTER

When Adaró plays
There's so many of us in one
The nation evokes my mother Iansan
Turn time, storm
To sweep away all evil under the morning rays

Eparrey! My people are thundering
The drum of the beginning
When you turn the crossroads
I'm a rebel from Oluafe
Buffalo skin on woman's body

Afuléle Ade Ó, let it incorporate
Olonifè de Ogum, forge to fight
Passion that stirs, fire of Akara
In Xangô's heart, let it spin

Ya Mestan OrunTremble land, down the hill, up the run... it's warBeats the Oguê that blood has palmIt's about to be born who owns it.

She dances at the Ile Axé
It makes way for the Axexê
Make your hurricane, ballet
Dona do Ajerê

My Ori, your courage, Obirin freedom
Because there's no male who raises his hand to me

It's just that I'm black macumber and Oyá
♪ I'm windy that no one can defy ♪
Ketu's lap, ghetto soil, Orixá's strength
Who has faith on Wednesday knows I'm not alone

Brazil of intolerance I dispatch in Ebó
Nothing gets in the way, the queen will pass
♪ Sure the Xirê will start ♪

Oyá Tetê, Oyá Tetê, OyáOyá Tetê, Oyá Mangueira YabáHey, Mom! Bring back your axéHe's relapsing for victory... Motumbá Lè