My land

My Land

My land,
leaned over the river,
Mirror of beauty
That reflects the gold
And silver arts,
And the forests shades,
And the spirit of people
Working land;
Experts in fine handicrafts,
Hearts and souls shaking hands!

Its river,
With curves like filigree,
Roots of Port Wine,
Under a Dom of shines!
My land is a treasure!

Its river a wonder,
Not far,
Come to visit my land,
Come to Gondomar.

Let your dreams to fly.
When you say goodbye
Perhaps regrets stay in your heart,
Then, the solution is: Come back.
Come to my land,
Leaned over the river;
Of beauty a fever!
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Author: Silvino Taveira Machado Figueiredo
(o figas de saint pierre de lá-buraque)
Gondomar