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Ji Ji Ji

Lyrics By: Rogerio De Carvalho

Amarante, minha terra
Que pelos feitos que encerra
Te tornaram imortal

E assim quis o destino
Que fosse um amarantino
A restaurar Portugal

Foste berço de guerreiro
De exímios cavaleiros
De poetas e pintor

Era também filho teu
Jorge Plácido de Abreu
Glória dos aviador

Tens uma ponte formosa
Que apesar de ser idosa
Encerra tanta beleza

Teu aspecto mutilado
A falar-nos do passado
Quando da invasão francesa

Banhate o mais lindo rio
Onde cantam ao desafio
Maviosos rouxinóis

Tens a ilha dos amores
A dar paisagem aos pintores
E valentia aos heróis

Não pode ser esquecida
Enquanto Deus nos der vida
Embora sejas pequena

Pois foi aqui que nasceu
A corrente que prendeu
Napoleão a Santa Helena

Amarante, minha terra
Que pelos feitos que encerra
Te tornaram imortal

E assim quis o destino
Que fosse um amarantino
A restaurar Portugal

E nas tuas ruelas e vales,
Viriato deixou sinais,
De amor puro e leal.

Do teu povo e tua história,
Guardou em si a memória,
Do teu encanto sem igual.

Amarante, minha terra
Que pelos feitos que encerra
Te tornaram imortal

E assim quis o destino
Que fosse um amarantino
A restaurar Portugal

English Translation:

Amarante, my homeland
Whose deeds and glories kept inside
Have made you immortal with pride

And so willed destiny’s hand
That it be an Amarantine man
To help restore our Portugal land

You were the cradle of warriors bold
Of noble knights with hearts of gold
Of poets and painters too

You were also mother and guide
To Jorge Plácido de Abreu’s pride
Glory among the skies he flew

You have a bridge so fair and bright
Though aged, it holds such light
And beauty in each weathered line

Its wounded form tells us again
Of the past, of war and pain
From the time of the French campaign

The loveliest river bathes you whole
Where nightingales in contest roll
Their songs in melodies so fine

You hold the Isle of Love with grace
That gives the painters perfect place
And courage to the hero’s spine

You can’t be forgotten, no, not while
God still grants us breath and smile
Though you may seem small in size

For it was here the force arose
That bound Napoleon to his woes
And sent him off to Saint Helena’s skies

Amarante, my homeland
Whose deeds and glories kept inside
Have made you immortal with pride

And so willed destiny’s hand
That it be an Amarantine man
To help restore our Portugal land

Through alleys and valleys, signs remain
That Viriato passed this terrain
With love so loyal and pure

Your people and your history
He held close as memory
Of a charm that shall endure

Amarante, my homeland
Whose deeds and glories kept inside
Have made you immortal with pride

And so willed destiny’s hand
That it be an Amarantine man
To help restore our Portugal land

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