Текст песни Portugal - Christian Kjellvander

Hollowed and holy
Borrowed and brand
The map's not the mountain
The lay is not the land

The waters of portugal
Beloved new
The waters of anywhere
As a city blooms

All that I love will disappear
Even if I stay
So I myself am going where
My nervous blood will sway
Lost and leaving my fate

And on the twelth day
I'll take a stand
One ghost of many
I'll raise my hand

All that I love will disappear
Even if I stay
So I myself am going where
My nervous blood will sway
Lost and leaving my fate