Portugal Songtext
von 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