Aquarela do Brasil

Brazil!
My Brazilian Brazil
My lively mulatto
I will sing you in my verses
Brazil, samba that gives
Swaying, that makes you sway
Brazil, of my love
Land of our Lord
Brazil! for me! for me, for me

Brazil, open the curtain of the past
Take the black mother from the cerrado
Put the Congo king in the congado
Brazil! for me! for me, for me!
Let the troubadour sing again
The melancholic moonlight
Every song of my love
I want to see the lady walking
Through the halls dragging
Her lace dress
Brazil! Brazil!
Brazil! Brazil!

Brazil!
Good and tasty land
Of the charming brunette
With indiscreet gaze
Brazil, samba that gives
Swaying that makes you sway
Brazil, of my love
Land of our Lord
Brazil!, for me, for me, for me

Brazil, that coconut tree that bears coconuts
Where I tie my hammock
On clear moonlit nights
Brazil!, for me, for me, for me
Ah! and 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! Brazil!
Brazil! Brazil!

Brazil! Brazil!