Aqui É O País do Futebol

Brazil is empty on Sunday afternoon, right?
Look at the big samba, here is the country of soccer
Brazil is empty on Sunday afternoon, right?
Look at the big samba, here is the country of soccer

In the depths of this country
Along the avenues
In the fields of dirt and grass
Brazil is just soccer
In those ninety minutes
Of excitement and joy
I forget about home and work
Life stays outside
The bed...

Brazil is empty on Sunday afternoon, right?
Look at the big samba, here is the country of soccer
Brazil is empty on Sunday afternoon, right?
Look at the big samba, here is the country of soccer

In the depths of this country
Along the avenues
In the fields of dirt and grass
Brazil is just soccer
In those ninety minutes
Of excitement and joy
I forget about home and work
Life stays outside
The bed stays outside
The face stays outside
The hunger stays outside
The fight stays outside
The booze stays outside
The harmonica stays outside
The time stays outside
The man stays outside
The cuca stays outside
And everything stays outside
The bed stays outside