There's man created by God Himself:
He's a Portuguese man!
Full of sarcasm and mystery,
Dark eyes, fine features,
Strong hands and emotional aridness,
Cheeky stares, serious expression...
Courageous, full of vigour;
Powerful, harsh,
Virtuous and blasphemous!
But also vivacious,
Warm, talented;
He's a slacker! He's a bohemian!
Melancholic, an idealist...
He's a complainer, a pessimist,
Defeatist: he's an artist!
There's no one who can resist him;
He's charming, intimist,
A fatalistic purist.
This man without an equal,
So special, my immoral one,
Is the destiny that God set!
He created my terrible fate,
Of singing to Portugal
And loving a Portuguese man!
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This man without an equal,
So special, my immoral one,
Is the destiny that God set!
He created my terrible fate,
Of singing to Portugal
And loving a Portuguese man!