País do Futebol (part. Emicida)

In the flow
Wherever we go, it’s a show
Locked in
And look at where we have arrived
I am
Country of Soccer, my dude
Even foreigners danced
When Neymar plays, he scores

Ah, my beloved homeland, revered
A salute to our nation
And through this song
Today I can make my declaration

Among house parties, alleys, and streets
Playing soccer in the favela
For the kids, there’s nothing better
And the girl dreaming of being a soap opera star

The street is ours and I have always belonged to it
Since I was barefoot, wearing down my shins
Today on the streets of São Paulo
I'm in the hottest ride, I'm on the runway

In the rain, in the cold, in the heat
In samba, rap, and drum
I raise my hands to the sky just like my redeemer
I give thanks to our Lord

In the flow
Wherever we go, it’s a show
Locked in
And look at where we have arrived
I am
Country of Soccer, my dude
Even foreigners danced
When Neymar plays, he scores

In the flow
Wherever we go, it’s a show
Locked in
And look at where we have arrived
I am
Country of Soccer, my dude
Even foreigners danced
When Neymar plays, he scores

Dust on the boots, it’s gray, Kichute
Big field, mud on my shins
Street kid, soccer, talent
It’s art from the ground, gold from the favela

I imagined, like a Boy from Charmes
Came back, in the style of Charles Dow
To make the neighborhood sing
Seriously, it’s like MC Lon

I came for the trophies, because, race
It was almost two minutes
Yesterday had tears, today is treasure
And the crowd shouts: It’s beautiful

I am from the North Zone, the depths
The swing of the vagabond
Who conquered malnutrition
And today will dominate the world

In the flow
Wherever we go, it’s a show
Locked in
And look at where we have arrived
I am
Country of Soccer, my dude
Even foreigners danced
When Neymar plays, he scores

In the flow
Wherever we go, it’s a show
Locked in
And look at where we have arrived
I am
Country of Soccer, my dude
Even foreigners danced
When Neymar plays, he scores