Regina Elis
Falso Brilhante
One for All
From the ground womb of the mother earth the improvised hero is born
Dear mourning son of fortune and chance
Forward , one for all and all for one!
Two medals remain from the fights in the distance
On the bronze chest and the little flags and the raffles
The rocket and the fanfare
Half a wake, a bit of a party
The feeling of your peers
Heroes of schoolchildren and laundresses
Oh! God of single girls who pray to your portrait
On the dressing table I know you
I know the price of fame and I don't forget
that I lay in your bed, in your crib
I know your price, I know you, my timely hero
I wash my hands, conscientious Pontius caught in the act
Me for myself
All for me, my timely hero