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Today&#;s song is the song Samba Saravah by the French musician Pauline Croze from her music album Bossa Nova:

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Abonnez-vous à la CHAINE OFFICIELLE VEVO de PAULINE CROZE

Textes et musique : Powell Baden, Vinicius de Moraes
Paroles françaises : Pierre Barouh

Réalisation : Léonce Barbezieux

Interprétation : Pauline Croze
Réalisation album : Richard Minier
Musiciens : Marie Navarro, Bruno Ferreira, Philippe Entressangle, Serge Sentis et Richard Minier

p & c Un Plan Simple

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Song: Samba Saravah
Artist: Pauline Croze
Album: Bossa Nova
Writers: De Moraes, Baden Powell
Licensed to YouTube by: The Orchard Music (on behalf of Un Plan Simple); SODRAC, Sony ATV Publishing, LatinAutorPerf, ASCAP, UNIAO BRASILEIRA DE EDITORAS DE MUSICA &#; UBEM, UMPG Publishing, LatinAutor, CMRRA, LatinAutor &#; UMPG, and 9 Music Rights Societies

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Samba Saravah · Pauline Croze

Bossa Nova

℗ Un Plan Simple

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Producer: Richard Minier
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To be happy’s more or less what people want

I like to laugh and to sing, and wouldn’t stop

Other people from laughing and enjoying themselves

And yet if there is a samba without sadness

It’s a wine that has failed the merry madness

A wine that has failed to bring out joy

That’s not a samba I’d enjoy

 

“To sing a samba without sadness is to love a woman who has nothing but her beauty.”

So said Vinicius de Moraes, poet and diplomat, author of this song and, as he calls himself, the blackest white man in Brazil. I, who am perhaps the most Brazilian Frenchman in France, would like to speak to you of my love for samba, like a lover telling everyone of his love except the woman he loves.

 

There are some for whom samba is a code

Those who treat her as nothing but a mode

Those who profit from samba without love

My love for her’s led me ’round the globe

In search of her vagabond abodes

Today she’s the deepest one can find

So I’ll sing the samba for mankind

 

João Gilberto, Carlos Lyra, Dorival Caime, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Vinicuis de Moraes. Baden Powell who together created this song and many others, I salute you. Tonight I raise my glass to you in gratitude for everything you helped me discover, you who made the samba what she is