Christian Kjellvander - Portugal lyrics

rate me

hollowed and holy

borrowed and brand

the map's not the mountain

the lay is not the land

the waters of portugal

beloved new

the waters of anywhere

as a city blooms

all that I love will disappear

even if I stay

for I myself am going where

my nervous blood will sway

lost and leaving my fate

and on the twelth day

I'll take a stand

one ghost of many

I'll raise my hand

(x2)

all that I love will disappear

even if I stay

for I myself am going where

my nervous blood will sway

lost and leaving my fate

Thanks to Hellbrew for correcting these lyrics