My Country - Jose Lopes

It was... only God knows, how many thousands of years ago...

From out of Poseidon, the island or continet,

The marvel of the ancient oceans.

Camões - Jose Lopes

Among the great poets
You are the greatest still.
You were on a par with the prophets,
You knew how to love!

The heavens beaming with light - Joao Jose Nunes

The heavens beaming with light,
The earth quivering with flowers,
They sing, they greet with exquisite ardor
The birth of the Redeemer.

Fertile land - Jorge Barbosa

Of banana trees, orange trees
Cashew-trees
Coffee-trees, grapes, potato plantations;

Emigrant - Corsino Fortes

Every evening, sunset crooks
             its thumb across the island
And from the sunset to the thumb
             there grows
             a path of dead stone

When Morning Breaks - Corsino Fortes

Oh when
Oh when the morning breaks
And the night becomes more night
When the morning breaks
With its feet on the ground
And the earth in its heart
When blood flows from the body
Like a tree with open arms
And the seed shouts from the rock
Like a green-mouthed drum
And from that sound
That warrior’s blood
Mouths are born
centred mouths
torn mouths
In the wheel of the sun