Sweet Old Country

Meu pequeno europeu

Não sei onde estás

Não sei onde páras

Onde habitas

Porque esperas?

Meu pequeno europeu

Não sei quem te adopte

Quem te aguarde

Quem te queira

Procuro não te encontro

Nem no metro de Paris

Nem nas docas de Lisboa

Onde estás

Onde páras?

Onde habitas?

Porque esperas?

Me I was born in a lilte old country

With a view to New York

Sounds around by Atlantic Sea

I must cross a desert

I must swim an ocean

To get way

So send my regards

To the darling Greece

The lovely Italy

The precious irlande

Or the sweet sweet Spain

If you cross them on theway

This is a South European country, a South European country

Where the time run slow

Where the wind blow

A South European country

Such a sweet sweet country

I’m speking about democracy

I’m speaking about reality

About utupie

Democracy, reality, utupie

The south is calling

The north is waiting

I can teach you

You can show me

It’s a South European country, its a South European country

Where the time run slow

Where the wind blow

Its a South European country

This is my South European country

A South European country