In the country of samba, where the sun shines,
Between golden beaches, joy leads.
In the busy streets, life pulsating,
Brazilian at heart, ready to dance.

Oh, Brazilian, root blossoming,
In the rhythm of the drum, in the heat of dawn.
Between palm trees and shining smiles,
In the heart of Brazil, I will find myself.

In the bossa nova that cradles the sea breeze,
I feel the strong beat, it's easy to give in.
Bright colors, contagious carnival,
In the ginga of the ginga, it is Brazil that shines.

Oh, Brazilian, root blossoming,
In the rhythm of the drum, in the heat of dawn.
Between palm trees and shining smiles,
In the heart of Brazil, I will find myself.

Hot coffee, smell of wet earth,
In the mix of cultures, in the passionate soul.
From Bahia to Amazonas, the country to reveal itself,
Brazilian is unity, it's strength that pulses.

In football, the passion that unites us,
In the faith that moves mountains, there is no one who disappoints.
Between June festivals and the feast of the divine,
In the Brazilian way, we find destiny.

Oh, Brazilian, root blossoming,
In the rhythm of the drum, in the heat of dawn.
Between palm trees and shining smiles,
In the heart of Brazil, I will find myself.