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MOAT 1423 - Minas Gerais (Brazil Soundtrack - The Climb)

DISCLAIMER: This song was created with the assistance of AI. --- Brazil Soundtrack:    • 077). Brazil Soundtrack (AI Soundtrack)   The Climb Playlist:    • 023). The Climb (Val's AI Soundtrack)   All My AI Songs:    • 002). All AI Songs (AI Soundtrack)   Music From Around The World:    • 007). Music From Around the World (AI Soun...   --- [Verse 1] Nas montanhas de pedra e de fé, Lá se esconde o ouro, e muito mais que até. Com pão de queijo e um café bem forte, O mineiro recebe, no sul ou no norte. Rua de pedra, sino a tocar, Ouro Preto ensina a lembrar. Com a viola e um céu de anil, Cantamos as veias do meu Brasil. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers of stories in chapel light, Modas de viola in the calm of night. "Minas não tem mar, mas tem montanha,” And in every stone, a memory sustains ya. [Chorus] Ô trem bão, lá de Minas Gerais, Com uai no peito e raízes ancestrais. From the hills to Inhotim’s art sky, We sing our soul, and we don’t ask why. Congado dances, Folia reza, Minas é poesia que nunca se pesa. [Verse 2] Num fogão à lenha a vida ferve, Frango com quiabo, sabor que serve. Goiabada e doce de leite a sorrir, Quem prova uma vez, quer sempre repetir. Na Praça Sete, o povo caminha, Com jeito quieto, alma que brilha. Num “num sei não” já vem sabedoria, E um “Ô sô!” traz paz todo dia. [Bridge] "Uai, cê vai pra roça?" Vou, sô! "E esse trem aqui?" É de Minas, ó! "Cê escutou a moda?" Escutei, trem bom demais da conta! [Final Chorus] Ô trem bão, lá de Minas Gerais, Com uai no peito e raízes ancestrais. From Tiradentes to the silent hills, We rise like poems written in stills. Faith in hand, and heart in clay, Minas is soul—quiet, bold, and brave. [Outro] "Minas é canto, é chão, é trem, Onde o passado vive e floresce também." --- [Verse 1] In the mountains of stone and of faith, Gold hides there—but it’s more than what wealth saith. With cheese bread and strong-brewed coffee, The mineiro welcomes you, warm and softly. Stone-paved street, church bells ring, Ouro Preto teaches what memories bring. With a viola and a sapphire sky, We sing the veins where Brazil runs high. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers of stories in chapel light, Modas de viola soothe the night. “Minas has no sea, but mountain we claim,” And in every stone, lives a sacred name. [Chorus] Ô trem bão, from Minas Gerais, With a uai in our chest and ancestral ties. From the hills to Inhotim’s painted skies, We sing our soul without asking why. Congado dances, Folia prays, Minas is poetry in quiet displays. [Verse 2] On a wood-fired stove, life gently stews, Chicken with okra—a dish you can't refuse. Goiabada and dulce de leche delight, One bite and you’ll crave it every night. At Praça Sete, the people pass by, With a quiet way and a gleaming eye. In a “num sei não,” there’s wisdom to share, And an “Ô sô!” brings peace to the air. [Bridge] “Uai, you heading to the farm?” I am, for sure! “And what’s this thing here?” It’s from Minas, oh! “You hear that moda song?” Heard it—too good to go wrong! [Final Chorus] Ô trem bão, from Minas Gerais, With a uai in our chest and ancestral ties. From Tiradentes to the silent hills, We rise like poems held perfectly still. Faith in hand, and heart in clay, Minas is soul—quiet, bold, and brave. [Outro] “Minas is song, is soil, is soul, Where the past still lives and continues to grow.”