The sea lives and brings peace

O salty sea, how much of your salt
They are tears from Portugal!
For crossing you, how many mothers cried,
How many children prayed in vain!
How many brides were left unmarried?
That you should be ours, oh sea!

Worth it? Everything is worth it
If the soul is not small.
Who wants to pass beyond Bojador
You have to go beyond pain.
God to the sea the danger and the abyss gave,
But in him he mirrored the sky.