Nous sommes ce pays soleil
Qui brille sur tes lèvres
Ce passé, mémoire
Qui pleure dans les cordes d'une guitarre
Nous sommes un lendemain dans tes yeux
Motif de notre lutte
Nous sommes la force, l'intelligence et la vie
Sur l'océan, à l'usine ou aux champs
Nous sommes le rêve, la poésie et la lumière
Dans notre promenade vers le reste du monde
Avant tout nous sommes aussi la morna
Mémoire et maîtresse de notre identité
Peuple modeste vivant de ses souvenirs
Géant dans l'amour et dans la simplicité
Fils de ce pays soleil
Qu'est le Cap-Vert
Somos esse país sol
À brilhar nos teus lábios
Esse passado, memória
À chorar nas cordas dum violão
Somos uma manhã nos teus olhos
Fim da razão da nossa luta
Somos a força, a inteligência e a vida
No oceano, na fábrica e no campo
Somos o sonho, a poesia e a luz
Na nossa caminhada pelo mundo fora
Antes de tudo somos também a morna
Arquivo e mestre da nossa identidade
Povo modesto vivendo de lembranças
Gigante no amor e na simplicidade
Filhos deste país sol
Que é Cabo Verde
LAND OF THE SUN
We are this land of the sun
That shines on your lips
That past, memory
That cries in the chords of a guitar
We are a tomorrow in your eyes
A symbol of our struggle
We are the power, the intelligence and life
In the ocean, in the factories and fields
We are the dream, the poetry and the light
On our journey towards the rest of the world
Above all we are also the
morna
Memory and master of our identity
Modest people living memories
Giants of love and simplicity
Children of this land of the sun
That is Cape Verde
Yes, by all means add it to the article with the corrections. The first was a typo (typing error) and \'morna\' needed your local knowledge for correct interpretation. I did have a struggle trying to get the correct interpretation for that%u2026. great to have that sorted out :-)
Maybe we should add a foot note about the meaning of \'morna\' for English speakers and non Cape Verdians?
LAND OF THE SUN
We are this land of the sun
That shines on your lips
That past, memory
That cries in the chords of a guitar
We are a tomorrow in your eyes
A symbol of our Struggle
We are the power, the intelligence and life
In the ocean, in the factories and fields
We are the fream, the poetry and the light
On our journey towards the rest of the world
Above all we are also the warm
Memory and master of our identity
Modest people living memories
Giants of love and simplicity
Children of this land of the sun
That is Cape Verde