Longing is a simple word
But full of depth
Of sadness, of tears, of joy
Of feeling
Of memory
Of longing
And in some way
Especially understood by the
Brazilian “Diaspora”.
I remember every moment
Of my homeland, beloved, lover
I feel my chest tight
My heart beating so much
Tears arise in my gaze
I long for it, I want to return.
I love my homeland
Beautiful, sensual country
Full of beauty and wealth
Of dreams and fantasy
Of memory
Of my childhood friends
I am proud of my country
Of Brazil!
For in the deep heart, I have always been
And until the end of the world, I will continue to be Brazilian!