Fado das Trincheiras
Fernando Farinha
Trench Fado
The soldier in the trench, is nothing but a mole
Living underground
He can only have the joy of peeking at the daylight
Through the mouth of a cannon
But when the time comes for him to go out there
To the sound of the war march
His eyes are like embers and the moles grow wings
Like the eagles up in the mountains
We crawl like toads, with our uniforms in tatters
Through no man's land
But inside, our thoughts run higher than the wind
Flying back to our mother
And if I die in battle, I only want as my shroud
The national flag
And on the soldier's grave, I only want one name engraved
The name of Portugal
Soldiers from our land, are volunteers of war
Who come to fight for honor
Race of blood and glory, that wrote our history
In the worlds it discovered
That's why the distant homeland, shines in us every moment
Like the light of a lantern
That burns night and day on the altar of the Virgin Mary
In the church of our village
