Pantanal (part. Marcus Viana)

They are like veins, serpents
The rivers that braid the heart of Brazil
Carrying the water of life
From the depths of the earth to the heart of Brazil

People who understand
And speak the language of plants, animals
People who know the path of waters
Of lands, of the sky

Old mystery kept in the bosom of endless forests
Lost treasure of us
Far from good and evil
Child of Pantanal

Legends of races, lost cities
In the jungles of the heart of Brazil
The Indians tell of gods
Descending from space in the heart of Brazil

Rediscovering the Americas five hundred years later
Fighting tooth and nail to have a future
End of the millennium, the rescue of life
Of dreams, of good

The land is so green and blue
The children of our children's children will see

Legends of races, lost cities
In the jungles of the heart of Brazil
The Indians tell of gods
Descending from space in the heart of Brazil

Rediscovering the Americas five hundred years later
Fighting tooth and nail to have a future
End of the millennium, the rescue of life
Of dreams, of good

The land is so green and blue
The children of our children's children will see
The future is so green and blue
The children of our children's children will see