Cantar

Sing (my singing), doesn't let the joy go away
My singing (my singing), doesn't let the joy go away

We wake up early in the morning to work
Leaving our children at home, with hopeful eyes
Believing that a few men will remember
What they promised yo-yo, on a beautiful day

I still keep the shirt you gave me
That said in big letters 'Brazil is all yours'
But I didn't remember to ask then
If one day yo-yo, that man would come back
To step in the mud at least to thank
With the same insincerity to those who made him rich

It's... it's hard, my brother, but if you don't try
Don't think they will try, no
It's... it's hard, my brother, but if you don't try
Don't think they will try, because

Those who govern you don't care about you
Those who govern you don't want to see you happy
Those who govern you don't want to see you smile
Those who govern you don't deserve to have been born here in Brazil, in Brazil!

Sing (my singing), doesn't let the joy go away
My singing (my singing), doesn't let the joy go away

What's the point of fighting for changes if we
Don't join hands, walk together
What's the point of demanding if we fight among ourselves
Killing our children

I still keep the shirt you gave me
That said in big letters 'Brazil is all yours'
But I didn't remember to ask then
If one day yo-yo, that man would come back
To step in the mud at least to thank
With the same insincerity to those who made him rich