Portugal.
Oh simple world
I can stay longer where I belong
And though the sky is long
I want to go where I've never been.
I want to know of you everything.
Give me wings so I can up and leave.
There are other places meant for me?
And though the sky is long, there's somewhere I belong
I know I belong
I want to go where I've never been.
I want to know of you everything.
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
I fled to the city with so much discounted
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
Remember me when I'm reborn
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
Oh my Portugal, give me wings.