Há Sempre Um Português

[Verse 1] Crans Montana I remember that blue Snow on the rooftops Sky so clean it felt new Best part of Valais Lifts humming soft in the cold Gloves on the heater Stories and raclette and jokes [Verse 2] Then a loud New Year Glasses up Midnight near Music and laughter Packed in that little bar How can a year start With smoke crawling under the door With people still dancing Before they see the floor [Chorus] Há sempre um português In every crowded room In every wrong place Wrong day In every burst of bloom Good or bad We’re there From Lisbon sand to alpine air Há sempre um português To breathe the same despair [Verse 3] More than forty Names on a late-night screen Hundreds wounded In a postcard winter scene Two from our islands or From our hills by the sea One still missing In the ash of memory [Pre-Chorus] You think “it’s Switzerland Nothing burns up here” White peaks Quiet streets Safe as childhood Clear But sirens learn each language They echo every tongue Peace is just a promise That breaks where candles burn [Chorus] Há sempre um português In every crowded room In every wrong place Wrong day In every burst of bloom Good or bad We’re there From Lisbon sand to alpine air Há sempre um português To breathe the same despair [Bridge] I skied those slopes I touched that sky I walked past doors Where strangers died Nor even here The mountains high Can keep the world From asking why [Chorus]