Brazilian Field Man Composer: Pablo Raposo In Brazil's lands, he works hard The field man, with hoe and stature Plants the grain, harvests the fruit of labor In the cerrado or Amazon, Brazil is a value Chorus: Brazil: the agricultural powerhouse of the world With calloused hands, he makes the country shine From north to south, from east to west Field man, pride of Brazil, it's for real! Verse 2: Soybeans, corn, coffee... the harvest is abundant Brazil exports, the world recognizes the work With rain or sun, he faces the challenge And at the end of the day, pride is what he says Chorus: Brazil: the agricultural powerhouse of the world With calloused hands, he makes the country shine From north to south, from east to west Field man, pride of Brazil, it's for real!