Meu País
Zezé Di Camargo & Luciano
My Country
Here the sun is never lacking
Here the rain is never lacking
The land makes any seed sprout
If God's hand
Protects and moistens our ground
Why is there a lack of bread?
If nature has never complained about us
From the cut of the axe, the sickle, the burning fire
If in this land everything that is planted grows
What's wrong, my country?
What's wrong?
If in this land everything that is planted grows
What's wrong, my country?
What's wrong?
Someone is making a profit
Someone is reaping the fruit
Without knowing what it is to plant
There's a lack of awareness
There's an excess of patience
There's a need for someone to shout
Like a runaway train
Those who work are screwed
In the hands of those who only deceive
Like an incurable disease
They are driving to madness
The country we love
Like an incurable disease
They are driving to madness
The Brazil we love
