Vozes da Seca

Mr. Doctor, the people from the Northeast are very grateful
For the help of the people from the South in this drought of the backlands
But doctor, a handout to a man who is sound
Either kills him with shame or makes the citizen addicted

That's why we ask for your protection
Man chosen by us to hold the reins of power
Because doctor, out of twenty states, we have eight without rain
You see, almost half of Brazil is without food

Give work to our people, fill the rivers with dams
Give food at a good price, don't forget about damming
Free us from charity, so at the end of this dry spell
We'll pay you even the interest without losing our courage

If the doctor does this, he saves the people of the backlands
When the rain comes one day, what wealth for the nation!
We'll never think of drought again, everything will flourish in this land
As you see, our destiny is in your hands
Our destiny is in your hands!