Aquarela do Brasil [English translation]

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…

Open the curtain of the past

Bring the black mother out of the pastures

Put the Congo king dancing the Congo

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…

This palm tree that yields coconuts

Oi! where I tie my fishing net

On clear moonlit nights

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!

Good and pleasant land

Of the beautiful brown girl

With the indifferent gaze

Brazil, samba that gives

The world cause to wonder

Brazil of my love

Land of Our Lord…

Open the curtain of the past

Bring the black mother out of the pastures

Put the Congo king dancing the Congo

Let the troubador sing again

To the melancholy light of the moon

Every song of my love

Huuum!

I want to see this lady walking

Through the halls, wearing

Her garments of lace…

This palm tree that yields coconuts

Where I tie my fishing net

On clear moonlit nights

These murmuring fountains

Where I quench my thirst

And where the moon comes to play

Huuum!

This Brazil, beautiful and wheaten

Is my Brazilian Brazil

Land of samba and tambourine

Brazil!

My Brazilian Brazil

My good-looking mulatto

I’m going to sing you in my verses

O Brazil, samba that gives

A swing that makes you sway

Brazil of my love

Land of Our Lord…

Open the curtain of the past

Bring the black mother out of the pastures

Put the Congo king dancing the Congo

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…

This palm tree that yields coconuts

Where I tie my fishing net

On clear moonlit nights

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…

Oi! 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!