Utopia Sertaneja

One day when the backlands draw sustenance from the land
From the north, the wind blows and sweeps away all thorns
Man along the path facing the challenges of leagues
The calm night makes peace, playing the guitar in a twang
In a sudden burst, unrestrained, a tune, a shuffle, and a baião

One day when the backlands cease to be a beggar
Seeing a true friend in power
The last shall be first, the rabbi made it clear
Why speak of El Niño? in abundant wealth
Bread finally reaches the table, it's time for praise

One day when the backlands prepare for knowledge
From the ABC's letter and mastering all science
It will be self-sufficient, a granary of the world
The Counselor prophesied long ago
And the knot finally unravels, it's time for redemption

One day when the backlands don't forget their history
Celebrate their glories, show they are a resilient people
Dance on beaten ground, a forró, coco, and xaxado
The yard all decorated, accordion in full harmony
Triangle, bass drum, joy, it's time for Saint John

One day when the backlands are simply all of this
Listen and not stay silent, able to live their role
No longer drink from that bitterness like a bitter gourd
Take a higher flight on the wings of freedom
In the embers of hypocrisy, not see their land burned