Brazil never more Brazil.
Two Brazil - one has to die, another rising.
Here the pillaged Mines of the King Salomão. Our thermal beaches terminals, the forests that not, never, never.
Brazil, my country not-country. Immense land of nobody, mother of the desired world.
Rich poor persons of everything. All rich ones in the world - poor rich of the Brasil. All rich, no poor person.
Here the money finished, and has to finish.
And everything will germinate, therefore exactly without planting everything it will give.