Desperately ill in Brazil.

"Brazil"

Brazil, all hearts are contemplating doom

We stood inside our grandma's room  

And softly murmured "someday soon"

We kissed and clung together.

Then, tomorrow brought more disarray

As mourning took our smiles away

With still a million things to say.

Now, when early death rains from above

Corona's killed our every love

There's one thing I'm certain of

They're wiping out our old Brazil.

[Bolsonaro instrumental as Handmaiden of Death]

Now, new sorrow bends our heads each day

This mourning stench our sad bouquet

As Covid reeks of death's decay.

Now, we hear the twilight of the gods

We know now we can't beat the odds

From Bolsonaro's lies and frauds. 

We burn and kill that old Brazil.

That old Brazil

Cremate the old in Brazil

Brazil, Brazil.