O peregrino do mar

By the gallop of the wind
By the sway of the sea
By the skill and talent
Of the people from the peninsula

Setting sail from little luck, at a gallop
From the meager life in Lisbon, just drifting
They gave themselves to the sea, nearly to death
And saw the lands of Goa

We are children of the wind
We are children of the sea
We are the children
Of the pilgrims of the sea

In waves and storms
Starts and whirlwinds
Nostalgia hit hard
Inside those hearts

Some, eaten by hunger, are twisted
Choked by scurvy, they are cast away
Feeding the crippled
The fish of the salty sea

We are children of the wind
We are children of the sea
We are the children
Of the pilgrims of the sea

Never losing courage
In the long, dark nights
Praying to the cross to save them
From monsters and creatures

Through islands and continents, and the East
The crossing was so far, who would have thought...
That people crossed paths
Giving birth to Lusophony

We are children of the wind
We are children of the sea
We are the children
Of the pilgrims of the sea