If you don't want to listen to morna
The genre which is the queen of our land
Move out, go away, leave me here
in this gentle and sweet Cape Verde
Our motherland
The inspiration of our poets
the princess of our serenade
In the night's serene moonlight
Below the window of my beloved one
With the weeping sound of my guitar
Cape Verde without morna
In my opinion is but a land
without sun or heat
Like a bride without wreath
The victory with no glory
of a Christian people
Come tell me your nome
if you are son of Cape Verdeans
Let's unite our voices
So we can sing our morna