Aquarela do Brasil

Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil
My charming mulatto
I’ll sing to you in my verses

Brazil, the samba that flows
Swaying, making me groove
The Brazil of my love
Land of our Lord
Brazil, Brazil, for me, for me

Open the curtain of the past
Take the black mother from the brush
Put the Congo king in the congado

Let the troubadour sing again
The melancholy under the moonlight
Every song of my love

I want to see the lady walking
Through the halls, dragging
Her lace dress

Brazil, Brazil, for me, for me
Brazil, a good and tasty land
Of the sultry brown girl
With an indifferent gaze

Brazil, the green that gives
For the world to admire
The Brazil of my love
Land of our Lord
Brazil, Brazil, for me, for me

This coconut tree that bears fruit
Where I tie my hammock
On clear moonlit nights,
Brazil, Brazil

Listen to these murmuring springs
Where I quench my thirst
And where the moon comes to play
Oh, this beautiful and dusky Brazil
Is my Brazilian Brazil
Land of samba and pandeiro
Brazil, Brazil