Sailing across the Atlantic, the Portuguese found a land A land populated by warlike and brutal people They were poor in technology, but that did not stop them from defending their roots Centuries passed, the land was named Brazil A people full of culture, but not yet independent, they were still stuck in a fucked up scheme But in 1822, Brazil became independent! Independence or death shouted Dom Pedro with honor Facing the placid banks of the Ipiranga! Ou ficar a Pátria livre ou morrer pelo Brasil Ou ficar a Pátria livre ou morrer pelo Brasil Warrior people, shouting and resounding We are national pride and we will honor our freedom We are the land of Brazilwood Our diversity cannot be compared to the capitalist pig, the jaguar devours its eagle I deny all the current leaders of Brazil They are all corrupt, trash, all imbeciles They deserve to be brutally and painfully killed There is no longer right or left, they all steal equally from your precious green land Independence or death, shouted Dom Pedro with honor Facing the placid banks of the Ipiranga! Ou ficar a Pátria livre ou morrer pelo Brasil Ou ficar a Pátria livre ou morrer pelo Brasil