I’m going to Rio today, but only in my mind, I say.
Flying without a plane, so a landing strip would be a needless lane.
A long and turbulent journey it will be, one where I might never go back.
So please fill me with courage, fuel in the mental and emotional way.
Then I can look him in the eye, The Redeemer residing atop the Corcovado.
Look him in the eye and declare, loudly, “O Cristo Redentor!,”
“Eu não estou a pedir resgate, para eu ter escolhido o meu caminho,”
and hope he wouldn’t mind that I translated it with Google, oh no.