Mar Português
Carlos do Carmo
Portuguese Sea
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!
