We are one, one night under the samba moon,
Rio hearts beat in a neon monsoon.
Ole ola, hands like waves in Copacabana,
Portuguese whispers blend with Havana.
Kick the dream, let it fly, Maracan? sky,
Green-yellow sparks every time we try.
No borders, just rhythm, samba swing hype,
World in four-four, living the pipe.
We are one, one drum, one pulse, one flame,
Till the final whistle calls our name.