Brazilian Soul - The Knocks, FTampa, Sofi Tukker

The praia in the sun

The forró in the night

Garota brasileira dancing into the daylight

De swing e rebolado

Don’t know how but I try to

Seu jeitinho

Your carinho’s something that I’d fly to

Quer saber de onde sou?

Brasileira, meu amor

Brasil!

(Yeah, São Paulo, Rio, Brooklyn, Dios)

Quer saber de onde sou?

Brasileira, meu amor

Brasil!

(Love that Brazilian soul)

My tambourine in the rhythm of samba

In the heat of December

Oh, Brazil is where I’ll go

I think I’ve got a case of Brazilian soul

I’ll always remember

Oh, in the heat of December

When we let our hearts grow close

(Love that Brazilian soul)

My tambourine in the rhythm of samba

(She's in the rhythm of samba)

In the heat of December

Oh, Brazil is where I’ll go

I think I’ve got a case of Brazilian soul

I’ll always remember

(She says she’ll always remember)

Oh, in the heat of December

When we let our hearts grow close

(Love that Brazilian soul)

The swing and the samba, uh

Todo mundo bamba, uh

The alma brasileira

Drinking coffee with the capoeira, uh

From New York to Pará, uh

Atlanta to Paraná, uh

São Paulo, Tocantins

Miami and the in-between

Quer saber de onde sou?

Brasileira, meu amor

Brasil!

(Yeah, São Paulo, Rio, Brooklyn, Dios)

Quer saber de onde sou?

Brasileira, meu amor

Brasil!

(Love that Brazilian soul)

My tambourine in the rhythm of samba

In the heat of December

Oh, Brazil is where I’ll go

I think I’ve got a case of Brazilian soul

I’ll always remember

Oh, in the heat of December

When we let our hearts grow close

(Love that Brazilian soul)

My tambourine in the rhythm of samba

(She's in the rhythm of samba)

In the heat of December

Oh, Brazil is where I’ll go

I think I’ve got a case of Brazilian soul

I’ll always remember

(She says she’ll always remember)

Oh, in the heat of December

When we let our hearts grow close

(Love that Brazilian soul)