parts 1 & 2
Paulo Bragança

I don’t know which sea we take
You and I, sea lovers, gypsies
We sleep in sweat
With our hands bound
And the pain locked
In the mouths that tremble

A flag with a cross
And at the rudder, two heroic arms
Of the ocean, winged vessel
Blind hymns of the ocean

Wandering nation
White and brave

Blue specter
Faith does not fly

Bad omen

Hear the cry
The prow rises

Have no fear
Oh, boy of rock

Woe is me!
Woe is us!
Struggle, delusion
Weeping and sighing
Ship gone mad
Without a wharf

Cruel deception
Oh, gypsy ocean...