"Aquarela do Brasil" (Portuguese: [akwaˈɾɛlɐ du bɾaˈziw], Watercolor of Brazil), known in the English-speaking world simply as "Brazil", is one of the most famous Brazilian songs, written by Ary Barroso in 1939.
Ary Barroso wrote "Aquarela do Brasil" in early 1939, when he was prevented from leaving his home one rainy night due to a heavy storm. Its title, a reference to watercolor painting, is a clear reference to the rain. He also wrote "Três Lágrimas" (Three teardrops) on that same night, before the rain ended.
Describing the song in an interview to Marisa Lira, of the newspaper Diário de Notícias, Barroso said that he wanted to "free the samba away from the tragedies of life, of the sensual scenario already so explored". According to the composer, he "felt all the greatness, the value and the wealth of our land", reliving "the tradition of the national panels".
Initially, he wrote the first chords, which he defined as "vibrant", and a "plangent of emotions". The original beat "sang on [his] imagination, highlighting the sound of the rain, on syncope beats of fantastic tambourins". According to him, "the rest came naturally, music and lyrics at once". He declared to have felt like another person after writing the song.
Brasil
Meu Brasil brasileiro
Meu mulato inzoneiro
Vou cantar-te nos meus versos
Ô Brasil, samba que dá
Bamboleio, que faz gingar
Ô Brasil do meu amor
Terra de Nosso Senhor
Brasil, Brasil
Prá mim, prá mim
Ô abre a cortina do passado
Tira a mãe preta do cerrado
Bota o rei congo no congado
Brasil, Brasil
Deixa, cantar de novo o trovador
A merencória luz da lua
Toda canção do meu amor
Quero ver a Sá Dona caminhando
Pelos salões arrastando
O seu vestido rendado
Brasil, Brasil
Prá mim, prá mim
Brasil
Terra boa e gostosa
Da morena sestrosa
De olhar indiferente
Ô Brasil, verde que dá
Para o mundo admirá
Ô Brasil, do meu amor
Terra de Nosso Senhor
Brasil, Brasil
Prá mim, prá mim
Ô, esse coqueiro que dá coco
Oi onde eu amarro a minha rede
Nas noites claras de luar
Brasil, Brasil
Ô ouve estas fontes murmurantes
Onde eu mato a minha sede
E onde a lua vem brincar
Ô, esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro
É o meu Brasil Brasileiro
Terra de samba e pandeiro
Brasil, Brasil