O meu país

Chorus:
I'm seeing everything, I'm seeing everything
But, beak shut, pretend I'm mute

A country that eliminates children
That doesn't hear the cry of the forgotten
Where the humble are never heard
And an elite without God dominates
That allows a rape on every corner
And the certainty of unhappy doubt
Where the one who is right bows their head
And the black and the woman are massacred
It may be the country of anyone
But it is certainly not my country.

Chorus

A country where laws are disposable
Due to the absence of correct codes
With forty million illiterates
And the largest crowd of destitute
A country where trustworthy men
Have no voice, no chance, no direction
But the corrupt have voice, chance, and encore
And the support of unusual encouragement
It may be the country of anyone
But it is certainly not my country.

Chorus

A country that lost its identity
Buried the Portuguese language
And learned to speak pornophonics
Adhering to total vulgarity
A country that lacks the capacity
To know what it thinks and says
That cannot hide the scar
Of a good people living poorly
It may be the country of Carnival
But it is certainly not my country.

Chorus

A country that discriminates against its indigenous people
And does not respect science and the arts
A country that still dies of malaria
Due to the general backwardness of medicine
A country where schools do not teach
And hospitals do not have X-rays
Where the people from the hills are happy
If they have rainwater and sunlight
It may be the country of soccer
But it is certainly not my country.

Chorus

A country that decimates its flora
Celebrating the advance of the desert
For it does not save the uncovered stream
Which struggles in the precarious bed
A country that sang and now cries
For the beak of the last finch
That destroys forests by the root
And hands over the land to outsiders
It may still be a nation
But it is certainly not my country.