Brasil, meu Brasil BrasileiroMeu mulato inzoneiroVou cantar-te nos meus versosO Brasil, samba que daBamboleio, que faz gingarO Brasil do meu amorTerra de Nosso SenhorBrasil, Brasil, pra mim, pra mim... O abre a cortina do passadoTira a mae preta do cerrado Bota o rei congo no congado Deixa cantar de novo o trovadorA merencoria a luz da luaToda cancao do meu amor...Quero ver essa Dona caminhandoPelos saloes arrastandoO seu vestido rendadoBrasil!... Brasil! Pra mim ... Pra mim!Brasil, terra boa e gostosaDa moreninha sestrosaDe olhar indiferenteO Brasil, verde que daPara o mundo admiraO Brasil, do meu amorTerra de Nosso SenhorBrasil,...Brasil! pra mim!... pra mimEsse coqueiro que da cocoOi onde eu amarro a minha redeNas noites claras de luar, Brasil... Brasil,O oi estas fontes murmurantesOi onde eu mato a minha sedeE onde a lua vem brincarOi, esse Brasil lindo e trigueiroE o meu Brasil BrasileiroTerra de samba e pandeiro,Brasil!... Brasil! Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil My mulatto artful I will sing you in my verses Oh Brazil, gives samba Swinging, that makes me scull Oh Brazil of my love Our Lords land Brazil, Brazil, to me, to me... Oh open the curtains of Take the black mother out from cerrado Put the Congo king at the congada Let the troubadour sing again The melancholic moon light All my love song... I want to see this lady walking Throw the ballroom dragging Hers lacework dress Brazil!... Brazil! To me... To me! Brazil, good and pleasant land From tanned capricious young lady With indifferent look Oh Brazil, gives green To the worlds admiration Oh Brazil, of my love Our Lords land. Brazil, ... Brazil! To me! ... To me! This palm which gives coconut Where I fast my hammock At the clear moon nights, Brazil... Brazil, Oh these murmuring fountain Oh where I kill my thirsty And where the moon comes to play Oi, this beautiful and swarthy Brazil It is my Brazilian Brazil Samba and tambourine land, Brazil!... Brazil! Brazil,My Brazilian BrazilMy cunning mulattoI will sing of you in my versesOh, Brazil, samba that gives swing,That makes people swayOh, Brazil of my loveLand of Our LordBrazil! Brazil!For me... for me...Ah, open the curtain of the pastBring the Black Mother1 down from the mountainsPlace the Congo King2 in the congado3Brazil! Brazil!Let the minstrel sing againIn the melancholy moonlightEvery song of his loveI want to see the Bahian woman4walking,Trailing through the salons5Her lacy skirts6Brazil! Brazil!For me... for me...BrazilGood and savory landOf the cunning dark-skinned womanWith an indiscreet gazeOh, Brazil, green that makesThe world amazedOh, Brazil of my loveLand of Our LordBrazil! Brazil!For me... for me...Oh, this palm tree that gives coconutsWhere I hang my hammockOn clear moonlit nightsOh, hear these murmuring fountainsWhere I slake my thirstAnd where the moonlight comes to playOh, this Brazil, beautiful and swarthyIs my Brazilian BrazilLand of samba and pandeiroBrazil! Brazil!For me... for me... Ah, Aquarela do Brasil.Bela cancao escrita por Zry Barroso em 1939, e' uma das mais famosas cancoes de samba-exaltacao, uma ramificacao de nossa musica. Eu fiz essa traducao acima, mas nao encontrei ninguem que a corrigisse pra mim.Ah, Aquarela do Brasil.