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
