My Brazil,
Beloved country,
Beauty resides
In the colors of your flag.
My Brazil,
How old are you?
Brazil of the Indian,
Blacks and mulattos,
Mixture of discriminated races
Like no other people,
My Brazil,
How old are you?
Brazil of undernourished children
Country of prostitutes and street children,
Unworthy History.
My Brazil,
How old are you?
Brazil of the urban and farm workers,
The mass movements,
Brazil of the quilombos,
The Cabanos and Palmares,
Are these the histories of struggles
Our people have undergone?
My Brazil,
How old are you?
Brazil of the popular poets
Of gold and silver,
There is international greed.
Brazil of the orchids
That still perfume the beyond.
My Brazil,
How old are you?
Brazil of hope,
Of folklore and carnival,
You are like no one else,
My Brazil,
How old are you?
Brazil, you are still not Brazil,
You still speak the currency language
That makes neoliberalism
An unequal system.
Brazil of the rank-and-file,
Men and women, where do you come from?
My Brazil,
How old are you?
Brazil of the democratic farce,
You are still dependent.
Let us make of our utopia
A different Brazil,
Make dreams come true, socialism too.
My Brazil,
How old are you?
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