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It's carnival morning in all its splendor, the samba schools are going to parade in their elegance; these people of color with the majesty of kings are going to stride along the concourse (hail Portela!). Forget our troubles and suffering that we've lived through, live the happiness that we dream of all year long, give our hearts, happiness, and love to everyone with no regard for their color. But when the illusion is over, poor thing, the black man returns to his humble shack. Black man wake up, it's time to wake up. Don't deny your race. Make every morning your day of grace and freedom. Black man don't be humiliated and don't humiliate anyone else, all of the races were also once slaves. Stop being a king only in the pageant and make your Maria a queen for all days. Sing samba in the universities, and see that your son can be a true prince in real life, and then you will never again have to return to that humble shack.Samba has no shortage of bittersweet songs about carnival, but I can't think of too many that also sneak in jarringly direct negations of the supposed inferiority of black people with a line like "todas as raças já foram escravas também." It's a we-shall-overcome expression of racial uplift clothed in the silk and velvet of Louis the XV.