Mulheres do Brasil

In the time when the apple was invented
Before gunpowder, the wheel, and the newspaper
Woman became guilty
For the slips of the original sin

Guardian of all virtues
Saints and shrews, sinners and maidens
Daughters of Mary or goddesses from Hollywood
They are sisters because Mother Nature made them all so beautiful

Oh, mother, oh, mother
Our mother, open your generous bosom
To give birth, generate, create, and prove
Our valorous destiny

They are housewives, teachers, dancers
Young workers, prostitutes, girls
From the darkness of the mists, the flag is coming
Salute the people and ask for passage, the Brazilian woman

Oh, mother, oh, mother
Our mother, open your generous bosom
To give birth, generate, create and prove
Our valorous destiny

They are housewives, teachers, dancers
Young workers, prostitutes, girls
From the darkness of the mists, the flag is coming
Salute the people and ask for passage, the Brazilian woman
From the darkness of the mists, the flag is coming
Salute the people and ask for passage, the Brazilian woman