Vinho do Porto

First the mountain range sown land to land
On the slopes of promise
On the slopes of promise
Then the green that is gained or lost
When the rain falls quickly
When the rain falls quickly

And the fruit is born often diminutive
Like the grapes of joy
Like the grapes of joy
And in the harvest the baskets go up
With the bread of each day
With the bread of each day

Sweat of the face to tread and see the must
In the presses of the good path
In the presses of the good path
So carefully the dream is made and fermented
Generous like the wine
Generous like the wine

And by the river goes our pride golden
In the rabelos of a life
In the rabelos of a life
And to the world go bottles from the bottom
Of a proud people
Of a proud people

Port Wine
Wine of Portugal
And it goes to ours
To our seaside
By the Porto riverside
To the Port wine sea
There must be Porto
For our sea

Port Wine
Wine of Portugal
And it goes to ours
To our seaside
By the Porto riverside
To the Port wine sea
There must be Porto
For the discomfort
For what goes wrong
In this navigation

That's why there's a party like no other
When life lends us some fireworks of illusion
The band comes and the kids, the commotion
The people leave holding on to watch the procession
And there are athletes, cyclists
And indiscreet words in the mouth of some boy
And the stalls and the cuts in the jackets
The bands, the hangovers and another toast that is made

Port Wine I will serve it in this chalice
Foundation of friendship in Portugal
It's the comfort of a love taken in sips
That we bring willingly in Portugal

If we want to pour out the pettiness
If we know how to be friends this time
There's no champagne that can beat us
Nor anyone that can catch us
Because the wine is Portuguese