Brazil (Aka Aquarela do Brasil)

Let the troubadour sing again
The melancholic moonlight
All the song of your love
I want to see that lady walking
Through the halls dragging
Her lacy dress
Brazil, for me, for me, Brazil

Brazil
My Brazilian Brazil
My playful mulatto
I will sing about you in my verses
Oh Brazil of my love
Land of Our Lord

Brazil!
For me
For me
Brazil!