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