Minha Terra

This Brazil so big, beloved
It's my idolized country
Land of love and promise
All green, all ours
With affection and heart
In the warm, moonlit night
The countryman is alone
And will sing to his girlfriend
In the lament of his pine
And the sun rising behind the mountains
The whole afternoon murmurs
Singing the peace of my land
In the country tune
This sun, this moonlight
These rivers and waterfalls
These flowers, this sea
This world of palm trees
All of this is yours, oh my Brazil
God gave it to you
He certainly is Brazilian
Brazilian like me.