Pátria Amada (part. Carlinhos Brown e Rodrigo Lombardi)

The white dust that enchants the heavens
Holds the purity of kings and queens
But the humble commoner may never touch
Despite paying with his own lifeblood
The coal that was transformed into a diamond
To adorn the neck of the king's lady

Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil

The ashen sky, as if of burnt paper made
From the curtain's veil, draws the phantoms of the past
A state without law, justice reserved for kings
The elder in the square, hanging from the gallows
No right was held within the heart
All to guarantee the suitcase, brimming with money
All to guarantee the suitcase, brimming with money

Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil

Have you ever paused to wonder, my dear friend
Who truly benefits from tearing this land in two?
'Tis the age-old rhetoric of war
To divide, to weaken, to strike, and all is lost
How many more must perish?
How many more, before our hearts can understand
That the foe, my brother, is neither you nor I!
The true enemy
Lies hidden behind the castle's towering walls

Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil
Oh my beloved homeland, Brazil, Brazil