Benfica is my Club And I’m proud of it I have the guts That turns anyone bigger I’m from this fighter Club That in all the battles Never found equal rival All over our Portugal To be Benfiquista Is like having in our soul An enormous flame That conquers us And takes to the palm The lightness from the sun Standing up in the sky Smiling comes to kiss In is own pride The red shirts Vibrating in the fields Are jumping Poppies