A minha terra bela,
Verde, por chover demais,
Não há terra como ela
Que tem qualidades tais.
O ar é meu alento,
O ar é meu alento,
Sussurrando pelos pulmões,
O fôlego vivo vive dentro,
Suspirando minhas paixões.
O mar é minha alma,
Flutuando nos sonhos meus,
Identidade tranqüila e calma,
Onde as beiras combinam com os céus. Ω
Translation:
My beautiful land,
Green, for raining to much,
There is no land like her
With qualities such as these.
The air is my breath (courage),
Whispering through my lungs,
The living breath lives within,
Sighing my passions.
The sea is my soul,
Floating in my dreams,
Tranquil and calm identity,
Where the shores (borders) combine with the heavens. Ω
Translation:
My beautiful land,
Green, for raining to much,
There is no land like her
With qualities such as these.
The air is my breath (courage),
Whispering through my lungs,
The living breath lives within,
Sighing my passions.
The sea is my soul,
Floating in my dreams,
Tranquil and calm identity,
Where the shores (borders) combine with the heavens. Ω
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