Crianças Do Brasil

It's Brazilian, it's guaraná
It's from gangazumba, it's Zumbi
The ground of Minas shines, Pará grain
Old Chico, good for sailing
Eating dust in the backlands
The countryman cries with his guitar
It's Mrs. Maria, Mr. José
Water to drink and to bless
Pass from Garrincha to Pelé
Good land to plant coffee
Sugarloaf, Christ the Redeemer
I want to stay in Salvador

Beloved homeland
My love
That my God blessed
I don't want to see suffering
O gentle motherland
The children of Brazil

The police arrive and beat
The politician arrives and steals
February arrives, it's carnival
The end of suffering is an illusion
I put my hand in my pocket and it's bad
No money to buy bread