Mar Português

Oh, salty sea
How much of your salt
Are tears of Portugal

For crossing you, how many mothers cried
How many sons prayed in vain
How many brides remained unmarried
So that you could be ours, oh sea

It was worth it, it's always worth it
If the soul is not small

Whoever passes beyond Cape Bojador
Must pass beyond pain

God gave the sea danger and the abyss
But in it, He also reflected the sky

Oh, salty sea!