Pássaro Sonhador

Travel on, my friend, travel
Travel in your thoughts
As you gaze into the water's mirror, the blue of the sky.

Blue is the color of the sky, blue is my passion
It's the blue of the proud bull, a beast that makes me proud
In a war cry of the nation.

Travel on, my friend, travel
Strong arms in the paddle, as if you hear loud and clear
The drumming of the sailors
The forest in its magic, responding with splendor
Shows the most beautiful melody, the path to the enchanted island
In the voice of a dreaming friend.

Travel on, my friend, travel
You're arriving at your land
Like a sailor's dream, reigniting the emotion
He forgets the paddle, he forgets the pain
Waving the flag, in the arena his world reveals
Now he is a dreaming bird.

Travel on, my friend, travel
Travel on, my friend, travel
Travel on, my friend, travel
Travel on, my friend.