The story

Expeditionary Song


Poem: Guilherme de Almeida
Music: Spartaco Rossi

Check out the lyrics below and listen below the song.

Do you know where I come from?
I come from the hill, from Engenho,
From jungles, from coffee plantations,
From the good coconut land,
From the shack where one is little,
Two is good, three is too much,
I come from the silky beaches,
From the alter mountains,
From the pampas, the rubber tree,
From the curly banks of the rivers,
From the green rough seas
From my homeland.

However much land I travel,
God forbid I die
Without going back there;
Without currency
This "V" that symbolizes
The victory to come:
Our final victory,
Which is the aim of my rifle,
The ration of my bornal,
The water from my canteen,
The wings of my ideal,
The glory of my Brazil.

I come from my land,
From the white house of the mountains
And the moonlight of my backlands;
I come from my Maria
Whose name prince
In the palm of my hand,
Moema Warm Arms,
Iracema Honey Lips
Extended to me.
O my dear land
Of The Aparecida Lady
And from the Lord of Bonfim!

However much land I travel,
God forbid I die
Without going back there;
Without currency
This "V" that symbolizes
The victory to come:
Our final victory,
Which is the aim of my rifle,
The ration of my bornal,
The water from my canteen,
The wings of my ideal,
The glory of my Brazil.

Do you know where I come from ?
And from a homeland that I have
In the bulge of my guitar;
What to live in my chest
It was even taking shape
From a huge heart.
I left my ground behind,
My lemon, my lemon tree,
My rosewood foot,
My little house
Up on the hill,
Where the Sabia sings.

However much land I travel,
God forbid I die
Without going back there;
Without currency
This "V" that symbolizes
The victory to come:
Our final victory,
Which is the aim of my rifle,
The ration of my bornal,
The water from my canteen,
The wings of my ideal,
The glory of my Brazil.

I come from beyond this hill
That still blurs the horizon,
Where our love was born;
From the ranch next door
A coconut tree that, poor thing,
I miss you already.
I come from the most beautiful green,
Of the most golden yellow,
From the lightest blue,
Filled with silver stars
Kneeling in a daze,
Making the sign of the cross!

However much land I travel,
God forbid I die
Without going back there;
Without currency
This "V" that symbolizes
The victory to come:
Our final victory,
Which is the aim of my rifle,
The ration of my bornal,
The water from my canteen,
The wings of my ideal,
The glory of my Brazil.

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