May 20, 2024

Song of the Brazilian Army Expeditionary (English Translation) Lyrics

Here we show you the English Translation of “Song of the Brazilian Army Expeditionary
“. Lyrics translated from Spanish to English.

About This Song

Country/organization: Exército Brasileiro
Anthem: Song of the Brazilian Army Expeditionary

Category: Anthems

Song of the Brazilian Army Expeditionary
English Translation

Do you know where I come from?
I come from the hill, from the mill
From the jungles, from the coffee plantations
From the good land of the coconut
From the hut where one is not enough
Two is good, three is too many

I come from the silky beaches
From the majestic mountains
From the plains, from the rubber plantations
From the wavy banks of the rivers
From the fierce green seas
From my homeland

No matter how many lands I travel
May God not allow me to die
Without returning there
Without taking as a motto
That V that symbolizes
The victory that will come

Our final victory
That is the aim of my rifle
The ration in my bag
The water in my canteen
The wings of my ideal
The glory of my Brazil

I come from my land
From the white house on the hill
And the moonlight of my backcountry
I come from my Maria
Whose name begins
In the palm of my hand

Warm arms of Moema
Lips of honey from Iracema
Extended to me
Oh, my beloved land
Of Lady of Aparecida
And of Lord of Bonfim

No matter how many lands I travel
May God not allow me to die
Without returning there
Without taking as a motto
That V that symbolizes
The victory that will come

Our final victory
That is the aim of my rifle
The ration in my bag
The water in my canteen
The wings of my ideal
The glory of my Brazil

Do you know where I come from?
It’s from a country that I have
In the belly of my guitar
That by living in my chest
It even started
Like a huge heart

I left behind my land
My lemon, my lemon tree
My jacaranda tree
My tiny house
Up on the hill
Where the mockingbird sings

No matter how many lands I travel
May God not allow me to die
Without returning there
Without taking as a motto
That V that symbolizes
The victory that will come

Our final victory
That is the aim of my rifle
The ration in my bag
The water in my canteen
The wings of my ideal
The glory of my Brazil

I come from beyond that mountain
That still shines on the horizon
Where our love was born
From the shack next door
A coconut palm that, poor thing
Has already died of longing

I come from the most beautiful green
From the most golden yellow
From the bluest full of light
Full of silver stars
Kneeling in amazement
Making the sign of the Cross

No matter how many lands I travel
May God not allow me to die
Without returning there
Without taking as a motto
That V that symbolizes
The victory that will come

Our final victory
That is the aim of my rifle
The ration in my bag
The water in my canteen
The wings of my ideal
The glory of my Brazil!

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