Hino Mundial 2006

Five, four, three, two, ...
Well, we didn't get past two.
But let's leave the unhappy reports for later.
We were close,
but I don't know if close is enough.
We ordered champagne and then came the Greek tragedy.
How do you say? It was a close call
we didn't dot the i's.
Stupidity? Laziness? Did someone skip mass?
Something got to them, not sure what it was.
All I know is we had a great championship but in the final
we didn't play for a damn.

For a damn?!
Did we or didn't we?

We ran, we scored, we deserved it,
we jumped, we suffered and made others suffer.
We did our best while there was fuel
and we put in everything we had.
How can a team with talent, magic
and a future that was so talked about,
be willing to waste the energy
and settle for being in history as the "runner-up"?
None of that!
The Portuguese, who have only proven they can be second until today,
Will, therefore, stop being sausage
and commit to being world champions.

Run more, play more,
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more.

Some say that Portugal is not in shape,
modest as usual, needs a wake-up call
that makes us believe once and for all
that among those who can win
is our national team.
The bar is set high? No problem, Portugal jumps
with millions pushing forward.
It may seem crazy, but for us second place is not enough
And you shouldn't contradict a crazy person.
Is it too much to ask for the world?
What we ask for, in the end, is even fewer groans.
Because everyone remembers the champion
But not those who are defeated in the finals.
Being in the top two is not bad at all,
What matters is that we stay at number one.
Let's erase from history that final of bad memory
and you'll see that no one will notice.
Because I may be wrong, but as far as I know, anywhere,
the best in the world is the best in Europe.

Run more, play more,
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more.

The chorus is repeated, but not the story.

Score more, shoot more
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more.

It's the portrait of a country dedicated to soccer.
It has everything it needs, and only loses for being soft.
Time to wake up, folks!
We want more grit,
stop being happy when the ball hits the bar.
Let's go all in, put our foot in, shoot first,
Because the last one to arrive is a slacker.
Afraid of them? That was in the past!
Let's go and make the immigrants proud.
Without forgetting that in the great emotions
when a Portuguese shouts, 15 million shout right away.

Heroes of Berlin, noble people...
Wouldn't it be fun to sing a new anthem?
Written by the feet of artists
who will broaden the horizons of the green and red nation.
Being second? Not in a million years!
Winning or losing is just a sport? Yeah, right!
Bring on Germany, Brazil or Argentina
with hair like a girl and a face of a big bad wolf,
if they happen to face us and turn their backs on us... BAM!

Run more, play more,
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more.

The chorus is repeated, but not the story.

Score more, shoot more
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more.

Whether on the ground, in the air, with head or heel,
with a pass, on the sides or in the middle...
Go Ronaldo, dribble one, dribble two, can shoot...
goal!!!
(This is the advantage of ambition,
you may not reach the moon, but you lifted off the ground.)

Score more, shoot more
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more.

Run more, play more,
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more.

Score more, shoot more
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more.

The chorus is repeated, but not the story.

Run more, play more,
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more.

Score more, shoot more
Less groans, less groans, less groans,
I want even more