Vozes da Seca

Doctor, the people of the Northeast are very grateful
For the help of the southerners in this drought in the backlands
But doctor, alms to a man who is sane
Either it kills with shame or it makes the citizen addicted

That's why we ask for your protection
Home pur nós escoído para o reins do pudê
Well, doctor, out of twenty states, we have eight without rain
You see, almost half of Brazil is without food

Give service to our people, fill the rivers with dams
Give food at a good price, don't forget the dam
Free us from the ism that at the end of this drought
We even pay you the interest without wasting our courage

If the doctor does this, he will save the people of the backlands
When the rain came one day, what a wealth for the nation!
We will never think about drought again, everything will grow on this land
As you can see, our distinguished grace is in your hands
Mercy is in your hands!