Canto das Três Raças [English translation]

No one has heard

A sob of pain

In the chanting of Brazil

A sad lament

Has always echoed

Since the Indian warrior

Was brought to  captivity

And from there has sung

The negro intoned

A chant of rebellion in the air

In the Quilombo dos Palmares

Where he took refuge

Not to mention the struggle of the Inconfidentes

For breaking the chains.

Nothing  availed

And from war to peace

From peace to war

All the people of this land

Whenever can sing

Sings in pain

ô, ô, ô, ô, ô, ô

ô, ô, ô, ô, ô, ô

ô, ô, ô, ô, ô, ô

ô, ô, ô, ô, ô, ô

And it echoes night and day

It is deafening

Ah, but what  an agony

The singing of the worker

This singing that  should

Be a   chanting  of joy

Sounds just

As a sob of pain

• Artist:Clara Nunes