Tinta Verde
Vitorino
Green Ink
Green ink from your eyes
Writes crooked on my chest
I have plenty of loves
If I lack skill for yours
Writes crooked on my chest
In my soul giving and giving
I'll never reach Porto again
If I keep going like this
I'll never reach Porto again
To the port of Matosinhos
Goodbye green of your eyes
There are others here darker
