Meu País

Here is my country
In the bosom of my beloved
In the eyes of the partridge
In the moon in the winter
On the trails, roads, and veins that go
From the sky to the heart
Here is my country
Of boots, horses, stories
Of mythical creatures and mischief
Guitars singing glories
Victories, melodies, and challenges
In the heart of Brazil
Tell me, tell me
How to be happy in another place
Here is my country
Of dreams beyond reason
Here I am a little bird
Whose feathers are inside
That's why I learned to sing,
Fly, fly, fly
Tell me, tell me
How to be happy in another place