Christian Kjellvander Portugal Lyrics

Portugal Lyrics

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