Brasil com S

My foreign friends
Think my land is the paradise of fools
Of folk dances
Sex tourism
And total alienation
The land occupied
The land sold
Always on offer
On the market
Well
Maybe they are right
But this is not my country
My Brasil is too rich
It's great, it's beautiful
That has strong, smart
And happy people
Even though this country exists in my soul
In my mind
And in my heart
This is real