Brazil!
My Brazilian Brazil
My good-looking mulatto
I’m going to sing you in my verses
Brazil, samba that gives
A swing that makes you sway
Brazil of my love,
Land of Our Lord…
Brazil! For me, for me, for me
Open the curtain of the past
Bring the black mother out of the pastures
Put the Congo king dancing the Congo
Brazil! For me
Let the troubador sing again
To the melancholy light of the moon
Every song of my love
I want to see this lady walking
Through the halls, wearing
Her garments of lace
Brazil! For me, for me, for me
Brazil!
Good and pleasant land
Of the beautiful brown girl
With the indifferent gaze
Brazil, samba that gives
A reason to dance
Brazil of my love
Land of Our Lord…
Brazil! For me, for me, for me
This palm tree that yields coconuts
Where I tie my fishing net
On clear moonlit nights
Brazil! For me
Ah! Hear these murmuring fountains
Where I quench my thirst
And where the moon comes to play
This Brazil, beautiful and wheaten
Is my Brazilian Brazil
Land of samba and tambourine
Brazil! For me, for me! Brazil!
Brazil! For me, for me! Brazil, Brazil!