Translation of the song lyrics Navegar Impreciso - Os Paralamas Do Sucesso, Tom Zé, Linton Kwesi Johnson

Navegar Impreciso (original)

A pátria-avó se volta sem memória
De todos estes anos de amor
Um amor sem beijo e sem resposta
Responde agora a uma nova sedução
Teus Joaquins, teus açougueiros, filhos de uma mãe-avó
Os bons e os maus tratos que te dei
Sucumbem com tamancos, camisetas sob a lei
Que ouviste a nova-velha Europa a te ditar
E voltas tuas costas para mim
Voltas tuas costas para o mar
Prás tuas conquistas, pro teu navegar
Prá tua cruz de malta sobre o azul
Um dia foste forte e generosa
Mas hoje tua memória não tem sul
Não é porque já não se usa navegar
E nem é por tua idade, eterna sois
Mas nunca mais a nossa velha intimidade
O sabor inigualável dos teus pães
Grandmother
You turn your back with no memory of all these years of love
A love without kiss or commitment responds to a new seduction
Grandmother
I am your Joaquim, your butcher
The good and bad times I gave you
Succumb with your clogs and vest to the law the Europe dictates
And you turn your back on me
You turn your back to the sea, to your conquests, your navigation
Your maltese cross on the blue
Once you were strong and generous, now your memory has no south
Not because you no longer sail, nor for your age, you are eternal
But never again our old intimacy
That unique taste os four bread

(translation)

The great-fatherland turns back without memory
Of all these years of love
A love without a kiss and without an answer
Respond now to a new seduction
Your Joaquins, your butchers, children of a grandmother-mother
The good and bad treatment I gave you
Succumb with clogs, t-shirts under the law
That you heard the new-old Europe dictating
And you turn your back on me
You turn your back to the sea
For your conquests, for your navigation
For your malta cross on blue
One day you were strong and generous
But today your memory has no south
It's not because browsing is no longer used
And it's not even because of your age, you are eternal
But never again our old intimacy
The unique taste of your breads
grandmother
You turn your back with no memory of all these years of love
A love without kiss or commitment responds to a new seduction
grandmother
I am your Joaquim, your butcher
The good and bad times I give you
Succumb with your clogs and vest to the law the Europe dictates
And you turn your back on me
You turn your back to the sea, to your conquests, your navigation
Your maltese cross on the blue
Once you were strong and generous, now your memory has no south
Not because you no longer sail, nor for your age, you are eternal
But never again our old intimacy
That unique taste os four bread