Ao Longe o Mar [English translation]

A quiet port of shelter

Of a greater future

It is still not lost

In the current fear

It makes not much sense

To not hope for the best

From the mist arrives

The previous promise

When I saw far away the sea

There I stood,

Still, looking

Yes, I sing of the hope

I sing your awakening

And embracing the yearning

I sing the time that goes by

When I saw far away the sea

There I stood,

Still, looking

When I saw far away the sea

Without knowing, there I stood.