Aquarela do Brasil

Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil
My mischievous mulatto
I will sing you in my verses

Brazil, samba that gives
Swing that makes you sway
Brazil of my love
Land of our Lord
Brazil for me
For me, for me

Ah, open the curtain of the past
Take the black mother from the cerrado
Put the Congo king in the congado
Brazil, for me

Let the troubadour sing again
The melancholic light of the Moon
Every song of my love

I want to see that lady walking
Through the halls dragging
Her lace dress
Brazil for me
For me, for me

Brazil, good and tasty land
Of the charming brunette
With indiscreet gaze

Brazil, samba that gives
Swing that makes you sway
Brazil of my love
Land of our Lord
Brazil for me
For me, for me

Oh, that coconut tree
Where I tie my hammock
On clear moonlit nights
Brazil for me

Ah, listen to these murmuring fountains
Where I quench my thirst
And where the Moon comes to play

Ah, this beautiful and tanned Brazil
Is my Brazilian Brazil
Land of samba and pandeiro
Brazil for me, for me, Brazil
Brazil for me, for me, Brazil, Brazil