Nobody on the street on the cold night
Only me and the moonlight
I was going home when I saw there was
Light in an old bar
I didn't hesitate
It was cold and I went in

Being so far from my land
I had the feeling
Of having entered a tavern
In Braga or Monção
An old man approached
And so he spoke

Let's toast with green wine
That is from my Portugal
And the green wine will make me remember
The white village that I left behind the sea

Let's toast with green wine
So that I can sing, songs from Minho
That make me dream,
With the moment of returning home

He then told me about that sad day
Old Luís
When he had left everything that exists
To be happy
The bride, the mother, the house, the father
And the dog too

Thinking now about that scene
That I saw in Tranja
I remember the sorrow, I remember the pain
That I lived with him
Good Portuguese
Come back soon and come for good!

Let's toast with green wine
That is from my Portugal
And the green wine will make me remember
The white village that I left behind the sea

Let's toast with green wine
So that I can sing, songs from Minho
That make me dream
With the moment of returning home

Let's toast with green wine
That is from my Portugal
And the green wine will make me remember
The white village that I left behind the sea

Let's toast with green wine
So that I can sing, songs from Minho
That make me dream
With the moment of returning home

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