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