O Balanço da Terra Mãe

The salt is heavy on my skin
Where the emerald world begins
I hear the pulse beneath the floor
A language that I can't ignore

It's a rhythm from the deep

While the rest of the hemisphere's asleep
You call me with a ghost of heat
A syncopated steady beat
Oh, feel the blood begin to rise

Under the blue of your sky
We are the fire in your eyes
My heart is anchored in your sand
A balance sheet of this motherland

There is no other promised land
You know how much we have
The asphalt burns, the chest vibrates
Each beat is fiber and morning

In the river that flows into the soul
We get tired, but we don't get shy
From oiapoque to chuí
The Sun's brilliance is what guides us

We are the cry, we are the light
In the labyrinth where the samba shines
Oh, feel the blood begin to rise
Under the blue from your sky

We are the fire in your eyes
My heart is anchored in your sand
Balance of this motherland
There is no other promised land

Do you know how much we have?
Hey, samba! Brasil, my Brasil