Brazil (English lyrics by S.K. “Bob” Russell) Brazil The Brazil that I knew Where I wandered with you Lives in my imagination. Where the songs are passionate, And a smile has flash in it, And a kiss has art in it, For you put your heart in it, And so I dream of old Brazil Where hearts were entertaining June, We stood beneath an amber moon And softly murmured “someday soon” We kissed and clung together, Then tomorrow was another day The morning found me miles away With still a million things to say Now when twilight dims the sky above, Recalling thrills of our love, There’s one thing I’m certain of; Return I will To old Brazil. Brésil (French lyrics by Jacques Larue) Brésil, Terre d’ombre et d’amour Doux rivage au ciel lourd Où mon coeur a fait escale... Où la danse est endiablée, Où les nuits sont étoilées, Où dans l’ombre ensorcelée Chaque rêve offre un asile Au coeur facile, Ardent Brésil! Où dans le soir limpide et chaud Montent de l’ombre des ranchos Les chants sauvages des gauchos, Brésil! Où tout est merveilleux! La croix du Sud au fond des cieux mettant de rêve dans vos yeux Que l’on voudrait rester toujours, Mais, le vent vous parle de retour Et le mirage un beau jour N’est plus qu’un point sur la grève, Adieu beau rêve, Adieu Brésil!

Brazil (Unattributed Spanish version) Brazil Tierra buena y hermosa De morena graciosa, De mirar tan indiscreto, Oh Brazil verde que da Para el mundo admirar, El Brazil de mi amor Tierra de Nuestro Señor, Brazil! Brazil! A mi. Oh esas palmeras murmurantes, Donde yo cuelgo my hamaca, En noches llenas de esplendor Brazil! Brazil! Oh En essas fuentes cristalinas Donde la luna va a mirarse Donde yo mitigo my sed Oh Ese Brazil lindo y moreno Es el Brazil Brazilero Tierra de samba y canciones; Brazil! Brazil! Acuarela de Brasil (Spanish translation by Reynaldo Cue) Brasil, mi Brasil brasileño Mi mulato mañoso Voy a cantarte en mis versos El Brasil, samba que da Ese ritmo pa’ menea’ El Brasil de mi amor Tierra de Nuestro Señor Brasil! Brasil! Pa’ mi... pa’ mi... Ay, abre cortinas del pasado Saca la Nana Negra de ese cerro Pon al Rey Congo en lo congado Brasil! Brasil! Deja cantar de nuevo al trovador A la melancólica luz de la luna Toda la canción de mi amor Quiero ver “señora doña” caminando Por los salones arrastrando Su vestido bordado Brasil! Brasil! Pa’ mi... pa’ mi... Brasil, tierra buena y sabrosa De la morena mañosa De mirar indiscreto El Brasil verde que da Para el mundo admirar El Brasil de mi amor Tierra de Nuestro Señor Brasil! Brasil! Mira, el cocotero que da coco Donde amarro mi hamaca En noches claras de luna Brasil! Brasil! Mira, mira esas fuentes que murmullan Donde yo apago mi sed Y la luna viene a retozar Mira ese Brasil lindo y trigueño Es mi Brasil brasileño Tierra de samba y pandero Brasil! Brasil! Pa’ mi... pa’ mi...

Aquarela de Brasil (Translation by Daniella Thompson) Brazil My Brazilian Brazil My cunning mulatto I will sing of you in my verses Oh, Brazil, samba that gives swing, That makes people sway Oh, Brazil of my love Land of Our Lord Brazil! Brazil! For me... for me... Ah, open the curtain of the past Bring the Black Mother1 down from the mountains Place the Congo King2 in the congado3 Brazil! Brazil! Let the minstrel sing again In the melancholy moonlight Every song of his love I want to see the Bahian woman4 walking, Trailing through the salons5 Her lacy skirts6 Brazil! Brazil! For me... for me... Brazil Good and savory land Of the cunning dark-skinned woman With an indiscreet gaze Oh, Brazil, green that makes The world amazed Oh, Brazil of my love Land of Our Lord Brazil! Brazil! For me... for me... Oh, this palm tree that gives coconuts Where I hang my hammock On clear moonlit nights Oh, hear these murmuring fountains Where I slake my thirst And where the moonlight comes to play Oh, this Brazil, beautiful and swarthy Is my Brazilian Brazil Land of samba and pandeiro Brazil! Brazil! For me... for me... Notes: Black Mother: main figure in the Ilê Aiyê fest Congo King: a slave crowned in a traditional fest Congado: feast of Our Lady of the Rosary Bahian woman: metaphor for Black Brazil Salons: metaphor for White Brazil Lacy skirts: traditional costume of Bahian women