I’ve got a clay filter dripping on the floor Cold water tastes like home, don’t need no more A caramel dog sleeping by my side He guards the street, with lazy pride Sunday fire, smoke is in the sky Family’s laughing, meat is passing by Voices loud, but love is in the air Soccer on the radio, we all cheer there Not fancy dreams, no golden crown But these small things turn my world around This is Brazil, the way I know From the backyard grill to the World Cup show From the street dog’s bark to the neighbor’s sound It’s in the little things that love is found Plastic chairs breaking under the Sun Kids keep running, never done Voices mix in a joyful fight Churrasco smoke in the fading light No diamond rings, no kingdom’s call But these brasilidades are my all This is Brazil, the way I know From the backyard grill to the World Cup show From the street dog’s bark to the neighbor’s sound It’s in the little things that love is found Clay filter water, sweet and cold Stories passed, forever told Caramel dog, churrasco flame Brazil is love, it’s more than a name! This is Brazil, the way I know From the backyard grill to the World Cup show From the street dog’s bark to the neighbor’s sound It’s in the little things that love is found