Try to understand a little of Brazil
Where present, past and future are always wrong
Everyone is excluded and wrong done
Too much continues as always in our history
A native land that oscillates between past and present
Everything that was made yesterday is already forgotten
You don't know if you are yourselves
If your identity is false or true
They don't see the current situation of our country
That it is misery, war and disaster
'Cause the rich ones earn everything
And the poor they gain nothing
Stop. Imagine. Perhaps you could believe
That everything here is too stupid
Don't believe in the liers
Because your future is made by you