Brasileiro

So you are the new Brazilian people
Who sell and shop abroad
Our indigenous people in a few memories
The outsiders in the books of our schools

Football and beer are really fantastic
It's in the Folha
In the Povo
In the Ecclesiastic
Utopia for you
Radio and TV for aunt
Our true heroes died out of cowardice

Because I am Brazilian
My year only starts when February passes
Poor, rich, or middle class
Raise your hand if you've ever felt your reins pulled

In prisons they make escape plans
While their wives pull the wrinkles
From children to heirs, leeches
The nation that runs with turtle steps

Sorry if the lyrics are getting difficult
It's because I never trained to give a speech
I was born and raised in Fortaleza
I don't have and don't care about your nobility

Because I am Brazilian
My year only starts when February passes
Poor, rich, or middle class
Raise your hand if you've ever felt your reins pulled

Brazil is fearful
You are too
Music not for the head
But made for the feet
Since it's like that
Then hold on to this: 17 million live in this misery

But you don't need
To care so much about it
When this slap is gone, the service is over
Believe me, have faith, everything will return to normal
Wasn't that what you wanted to hear after all?

Because I am Brazilian
My year only starts when February passes
Poor or rich or middle class
Raise your hand if you've ever felt your reins pulled