Portugal O Nosso País

Portugal, poor thing!
You're sick, mistreated!
What will be your end?
You're increasingly disregarded.
Your people are so bad,
Almost without strength to live;
This path is fatal,
Some have nothing to eat.
I'm proud to be Portuguese,
I feel the warmth of our fate,
The sound of a guitar
That is so loved by us.
Sing with me, in Portuguese!
We can't stand still,
Portugal is our country,
We have to fight for it.
Portugal trusts in me,
Don't let yourself be fooled!
Some feel nothing for you,
Some have never stopped loving you.
I'm proud to be Portuguese,
I feel the warmth of our fate,
The sound of a guitar
That is so loved by us.
Sing with me, in Portuguese!
We can't stand still,
Portugal is our country,
We have to fight for it.