Canta Brasil
Gal Costa
Sing, Brazil
The jungles gave you, in the night, your barbaric rhythms
And the blacks brought from afar reserves of mourning
The whites spoke of love in their songs
And from this mixture of voices your song was born
Brazil, my tender voice
Has already gilded your coats of arms
In the most moved expression
Of the most ardent songs
Also, in the beauty of this sky
Where the blue is bluer
In the watercolor of Brazil
I sang from north to south
But now your singing
My Brazil, I want to hear
In the prayers of the countrywoman
In the waves of the river-sea
Oh! This whirlpool river
Between jungles and fireworks
Walking continent
In the sky, in the sea, on land
Sing, Brazil!
In the beauty of this sky
Where the blue is bluer
In the watercolor of Brazil
I sang from north to south
But now your singing
My Brazil, I want to hear
In the prayers of the countrywoman
In the waves of the river-sea
Oh! This whirlpool river
Between jungles and fireworks
Walking continent
In the sky, in the sea, on land
Sing, Brazil!
In the sky, in the sea, on land
Sing, Brazil!
In the sky, in the sea, on land
Sing, Brazil!
In the sky, in the sea, on land
Sing, Brazil!
