Saudades da Guanabara

I know
That my heart is a stretched canvas
Nostalgia doesn’t come for free
The circus lives on illusion (I know...)
I cried
With longing for Guanabara
Shining with bright stars
Far from this devastation (...and then)
I set up
A picnic at the Emperor's Table
And at the Chinese View, I sobbed in pain
For the crimes against freedom
I watered
The Salgueiro to catch a new breath
I planted new shoots in Engenho de Dentro
So the soul doesn’t wither away (Brazil)
Brazil, your face is still Rio de Janeiro
Three-quarters of the photo and your whole body
Needs to regenerate
I know
That the city has changed today
Santa Cruz, South Zone, Baixada
A black ditch in the heart
I cried
With longing for Guanabara
For the lagoon of clear waters
I was overcome with compassion (...and then)
I passed
By the beaches of Governor's Island
And climbed São Conrado up to the Redeemer
There on the Enchanted Hill, I begged for mercy
I planted
Branches of Laranjeiras, it was my vow
In Flamengo, Catete, Lapa, and downtown

Because it’s for us to breathe (Brazil)
Brazil
Remove the arrows from the heart of my Patron
So that Saint Sebastian of Rio de Janeiro
Can still be saved.