Aquarela do Brasil (part. Caetano Veloso e Gilberto Gil)

Brazil!
My Brazilian Brazil
My mischievous mulatto
I will sing you in my verses
Brazil, samba that gives
Swing, that makes sway
The Brazil of my love
Land of our Lord

Open the curtain of the past
Take the black mother from the cerrado
Put the Congo King in the congado
Sing again the troubadour
The melancholy in the moonlight
Every song of your love
I want to see that lady walking
Through the halls dragging
Her lace dress

That coconut tree that gives coconuts
Hey! Where I tie my hammock
On clear moonlit nights
By those murmuring fountains
Where I quench my thirst
Where the Moon comes to play
This beautiful and swarthy Brazil
Is my Brazilian Brazil
Land of samba and tambourine

Brazil!
Good and tasty land
Of the charming brunette
With an indifferent look
Brazil, samba that gives
For the world to admire
The Brazil, of my love
Land of our Lord

Open the curtain of the past
Take the black mother from the cerrado
Put the Congo King in the congado
Sing again the troubadour
The melancholy in the moonlight
Every song of your love
That lady walking
Through the halls dragging
Her lace dress

That coconut tree that gives coconuts
Where I tie my hammock
On clear moonlit nights
By those murmuring fountains
Where I quench my thirst
Where the Moon comes to play
This beautiful and swarthy Brazil
Is my Brazilian Brazil
Land of samba and tambourine

Brazil!
My Brazilian Brazil
Mischievous mulatto
I will sing you in my verses
Brazil, samba that gives
Swing, that makes sway
The Brazil of my love
Land of our Lord

Open the curtain of the past
Take the black mother from the cerrado
Put the Congo King in the congado
Sing again the troubadour
The melancholy in the moonlight
Every song of your love
I want to see that lady walking
Through the halls dragging
Her lace dress

That coconut tree that gives coconuts
Where I tie my hammock
On clear moonlit nights
By those murmuring fountains
Where I quench my thirst
Where the Moon comes to play
This beautiful and swarthy Brazil
Is my Brazilian Brazil
Land of samba and tambourine

Hey! Those murmuring fountains
Where I quench my thirst
Where the Moon comes to play
This beautiful and swarthy Brazil
Is my Brazilian Brazil
Land of samba and tambourine
Brazil!