Benfica - O Nosso Grito (Rumo Ao 39)

The trumpets sounded once, announcing that we were dead. That the champion was already found. That we wouldn't get out of that hole so soon. Well, we're going to get out of this shitty situation, that unfortunately we are in. They forgot, after all, who we are. And that here you never give up. You never give up on the dream. We suffered. We walked through dark days. But we came back. We saw the doubt grow. We saw some of us wanting to turn our backs. We felt the silence, the pain, the weight of the defeats. But we resisted. Because as we knew, we should be reborn again. Why? Because we are Benfica. Too soon, the moribunds judged us. Surprise, we're here. So many want to become unequal. Join the judges, provoking a baton almost in fist. But no. It won't be like that. There are 5 finals left. 5 games to show who rules. 5 wars to stop everything we have. It's not about simple points. It's about honor. About culture. About soul. About who we are. We talk about honoring this symbol with respect. About looking to the side. And knowing that millions are with you. About hearing the name Benfica sing. And feeling the heart beat so hard that it seems to want to come out of your chest. Let it come out. Your people will never let your heart fall to the ground. It's time. We only depend on us. We will fight together against everything and against everyone. We will fight for only one side. Team and fans. United until the end. We want race. We want war. We want eyes in the eyes and those fists well closed. Because this jersey exists everything. And one thing we know. If we give everything, no one stops us. And when we are champions. Because we will be champions. No one can say we don't deserve it. Because we fight. We suffer. Because we fall and get up again more than once. In the despair of improbable allies we give an answer. We reborn stronger. More united. More Benfica. And at the end of the day. When Portugal is painted again in red and white. Flags in the wind. Helmets up. With the craziest of torches in hand. We will look at each other and say. We did this together. For Benfica. For our history. For the 39. Until the last one to fall at our feet. They said then that we were already dead. That the time had everything to go wrong. But as one day a great Benfica player said. That goes well.