Vast provincial city
Lives on faith, drinks Samba and amen
Plans of yesteryear roam the street
Screams of the people that cry out for someone
Marvelous giant inlet
Pays a fortune and only travels by train
Very righteous majestic mother
Asks for help from herself and beyond
Make delicate your son the glory
That mirrors your sea without end
I go in the procession your story
Shelters me, as I serve you
Child of the country in flesh and spirit
I will sing for you my Rio
My Rio... my Rio
Hard capital incredibly expensive
Gaspar de Lemos in exchange for vintém
Tamoio kingdom, your memories
Pulsate in the skin of the bossa as well
Arms open wide, you are generous
Speaker of dreams and dogs
In this millennium doesn't want any more prose
Wants fair game for all the disdain
Make delicate your son the glory
That mirrors your sea without end
I go in the procession your story
Shelters me, as I serve you
Child of the country in flesh and spirit
I will sing for you my Rio
My Rio... my Rio
My Rio!