Un Portugais [English translation]

Two cardboard suitcases on French land

A Portuguese just left his Portugal

Like so many others he's trying to get his chance

The Portuguese who left his Portugal

Here, at night amongst all his friends

He's searching for some hope

While they make a circle around him

He plays on his guitar

He sings fados, traditional melodies

The Portuguese who left is Portugal

Under the roofs he hears the rain falling down

The weather is so nice at home in his native country

Over there, a girl is waiting for him for months

Every evening she writes him

For her there will never be anyone else

than him in the world

Two cardboard suitcases on French land

A prince walks away in the morning mist

It's the girl who's waiting over there he is thinking about

That Portuguese who finally goes back to Portugal

That Portuguese who finally goes back to Portugal

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