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Thirty-five years later
He arrives at me
He surrounds me
Cape Verdean
Like a butterfly
He sits on me
There he finds honey, there he finds happiness
That I was keeping
He finds me ready for him

Luck of my life
I was waiting for you
Now that you've arrived, you won't leave
God sent you
To know what to do
I receive you with open arms
To share you with my people
Thanks to your world
You have already consecrated me

Fame of my land
I give thanks to you
Message of our poets
I take it to the world

I sing longing for those who leave
I sing return for those who come back
Luck for me, luck for my land
Luck for all who listen to me

Luck for me
Luck for my land
Luck for all who listen to me