Onde o Céu Azul é Mais Azul
Braguinha
Where the Blue Sky is Bluer
I have already found
One day someone
Who asked me
Like this, Iaiá:
Your Brazil
What's wrong with it,
Your Brazil
Where is it?
Where the blue sky is bluer
And a cross of stars
Shows the south
There is my country,
My Brazil
Big and so happy
Which has by the sea palm groves
In the backlands rubber tree forests
And in the south green pine forests
A fisherman who courts the sea,
Green sea, kissing white endless beaches
When the air hovers
A prospector who there in the backlands
Looks for rare stars
Scattered on the ground
And a cowboy
Who, herding the cattle,
Works hard to dream later
And the sky is vast,
The land
And the sea
Your good people
Are not less
But what makes you admire
I will tell you
Remember well
Who sees Brazil that has no end
Doesn't come to know why
This country
So big like this
Fits completely
In my heart
