Through my elders' eyes
I know your story but I've never, never
ever walked on your beach
I grew up under the sun of Zambujal and the Midi
But my eyes were on another country, little country
And other landscapes, landscapes
I promise I'll come meet you
My dear island, I already know we're gonna love each other
In my head, colors are taking shape
When I think of you, I've got wings and roots
It's all good, I'm in, I'll be there soon
I promise I'll come meet you
My dear island, I already know we're gonna love each other
Sure, sure I should head back
But yeah, for sure I'll leave you
But I swear, I swear you and me are carved in stone
Yeah, I'm sure I'll be back