Messenger
of
love,
keel
of
hope,
witness
of
many
battles,
companion
of
many
yearnings
in
the
greatest
melting
pot,
that
history
has
ever
seen.
You’re
a
mixture,
a
perpetual
mixture
of
Lusos,
Celts,
Fenicians,
Greeks
and
Cartaginians.
You’re
the
Iberian
melting
together
of
Romans
and
Arians,
Alanos
and
Godos,
brave
people
of
Germany.
Mother
language
of
a
universal
land,
the
melting
together
of
old
Arabians,
battles
and
work
of
the
African
race,
mixed
blood
of
the
Americas.
You’re
a
history
of
many
conquests,
of
war
and
of
peace,
of
joy
and
of
sadness,
of
oppression
and
of
freedom.
Above
all,
O,
Portuguese
Language,
you’re
the
greatest
song
of
the
race
made
by
men
and
women
that
extended
your
frontiers.
The
most
humble,
you
are
sovereign
and
master
with
the
formation
of
a
new
race
the
Lusitan
people!
