Three girls from Brazil, three democratic hearts
They have modern architecture or mulatto charm
As if five were a trio, like a line, a thin thread
In the serenading space of electric culture

God make me Brazilian, creator and creature
A document of the race by the grace of the mixture
Of my body in motion, the three graces of Brazil
Have the color of beauty

Laia laia laia

Serenades of Brazil, I will be three serenades
My feverish heart, the other is the heart of tin
And the third is when I create in the song a challenge
Between the partner's embrace and a piece of bitterness

God make me Brazilian, creator and creature
A document of the race by the grace of the mixture
Of my body in motion, the three graces of Brazil
Have the color of beauty

Laia laia laia

If I won the whole world, from Amélia to Doralice
From Emília to Carolina, and the mysteries of Clarice
If your name begins, Marina in love Maria
I would only make melodies with the beauty of the girls

When the Brazilian people saw Irene laughing
Clementina in the yard restoring the batucada
Far beyond a dark room, in the eyes of the girlfriend
I dreamed of the future of the girls of Brazil

God make me Brazilian, creator and creature
A document of the race by the grace of the mixture
Of my body in motion, the three graces of Brazil
Have the color of beauty
The three graces of Brazil
Have the color of beauty

Laia laia laia

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