Portugal

Oh muse my accomplice
Little sister of exile
You have the scars
Of an April 21st

But don't be harsh
To those who disappointed you
For not being able to do anything
Or for never knowing

To those who no longer believe
To see their ideal fulfilled
Tell them that a red carnation
Bloomed in Portugal

Spain is crucified
Torture in Chile
The Vietnam War
Continues in oblivion

In every corner of the world
Brother enemies
Explain themselves through bombs
Through fury and noise

To those who no longer believe
To see their ideal fulfilled
Tell them that a red carnation
Bloomed in Portugal

For all the comrades
Chased in the cities
Locked in stadiums
Deported to the islands

Oh muse my companion
Don't you see anything coming
I see like a flame
That illuminates the future

To those who no longer believe
To see their ideal fulfilled
Tell them that a red carnation
Bloomed in Portugal

Uncork a bottle
Take your accordion
Let your song
Fly from mouth to ear

Because finally the sun
Warms the petals
Of a thousand crimson flowers
In April in Portugal

And this new flower
That blooms in Portugal
It might be the end
Of a colonial empire

And this new flower
That blooms in Portugal
It might be the end
Of a colonial empire