Aquarela do Brasil

Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil
My mischievous mulatto
I will sing you in my verses
Brazil, samba that gives
Swinging that makes you sway
The Brazil of my love
Land of Our Lord
Brazil! Brazil!
For me... For me...

Oh, open the curtain of the past
Take the black mother from the cerrado
Put the Congo king in the congado
Brazil! Brazil!

Let the troubadour sing again
In the melancholic moonlight
All the song of my love
I want to see that lady walking
Through the halls dragging
Her lace dress
Brazil! Brazil!
For me... For me...

Brazil, good and tasty land
Of the charming brunette
With indiscreet gaze
The green Brazil that gives

For the world to admire
The Brazil of my love
Land of Our Lord
Brazil! Brazil!
For me... For me...

Oh, that coconut tree that gives coconuts
Where I tie my hammock
On clear moonlit nights
Brazil! Brazil!

Oh, those murmuring fountains
Where I quench my thirst
And where the moon comes to play
Oh, this beautiful and tanned Brazil
Is my Brazilian Brazil
Land of samba and pandeiro
Brazil! Brazil!
For me... For me...