O Infante

Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce
Deus quis que a Terra fosse toda uma
Que o mar unisse, jб nгo separasse
Sagrou-te e foste desvendando a espuma

a orla branca foi
De ilha em continente
Clareou correndo atй ao fim do mundo
viu-se a terra inteira, de repente
Surgir redonda do azul profundo

Quem te sagrou, criou-te portuguкs
Do mar e nуs em ti nos deu sinal
Cumpriu-se o mar e o impйrio se desfez
Senhor, falta cumprir-se Portugal

a orla branca foi
De ilha em continente
Clareou correndo atй ao fim do mundo
viu-se a terra inteira, de repente
Surgir redonda do azul profundo

God wants, man dreams, the work is born.
God wanted Earth to be just one,

The seas to unite, and not to divide.
He consecrated you, and you revealed the foam.

And the white border went from island to continent,
It cleared, running, to the end of the world,
And the whole Earth? found itself, suddenly,
Emerge, round, from deep blue. 

He, who consecrated you, created you Portuguese
From the sea and from us, gave us a signal in you.
The Sea? expired , and the Empire dissolved.
Lord, its still left to fulfilled Portugal!

And the white border went from island to continent,
It cleared, running, to the end of the world,
And the whole Earth found itself, suddenly,
Emerge, round, from deep blue.