Meu pequeno europeu
Não sei onde estás
Não sei onde páras
Onde habitas
Porque esperas?

Meu pequeno europeu
Não sei quem te adopte
Quem te aguarde
Quem te queira

Procuro não te encontro
Nem no metro de Paris
Nem nas docas de Lisboa
Onde estás
Onde páras?
Onde habitas?
Porque esperas?

Me I was born in a lilte old country
With a view to New York
Sounds around by Atlantic Sea

I must cross a desert
I must swim an ocean
To get way

So send my regards
To the darling Greece
The lovely Italy
The precious irlande
Or the sweet sweet Spain
If you cross them on theway

This is a South European country, a South European country
Where the time run slow
Where the wind blow
A South European country
Such a sweet sweet country

I’m speking about democracy
I’m speaking about reality
About utupie
Democracy, reality, utupie

The south is calling
The north is waiting
I can teach you
You can show me

It’s a South European country, its a South European country
Where the time run slow
Where the wind blow
Its a South European country
This is my South European country
A South European country