Shall I show you how I'll wound you?
The pendulum of my heart is swinging wildly
Bewitchingly calling out to me
* My heart throbs to the samba of the night
Though I may tremble with shyness
The flower that blooms is a black flower
When our lips softly meet
Ah, the samba of the night
Shall I sell my soul to the devil?
The black flames are burning
I've found my true self
My heart shakes to the samba of the night
Though I may tremble with shyness
The flower that blooms is a black flower
When our lips softly meet
Ah, the samba of the night
* repeat