O Infante

God wills it, man dreams, the work is born
God wanted the Earth to be all one
That the sea united, no longer separated
He consecrated you and you were unveiling the foam

And the white shore was
From island to continent
Brightened running to the end of the world
And the whole earth was seen, suddenly
Emerging round from the deep blue

Who consecrated you, made you Portuguese
From the sea and us in you gave us a sign
The sea was fulfilled and the empire fell apart
Lord, Portugal is yet to be fulfilled

And the white shore was
From island to continent
Brightened running to the end of the world
And the whole earth was seen, suddenly
Emerging round from the deep blue