Povo que lavas no rio [English translation]

People who wash in the river

And carve with your axe

The boards for my coffin.

There may be those who defend you

Who may buy your sacred ground

But your life no.

I went to the round table

I drank from the bowl that hides me

The kiss from hand to hand.

It was the wine you gave me

The pure water wild fruit

But your life no.

Aromas of heather and mud

I slept with them in bed

I had the same condition.

People people to you I belong

You gave me the heights of incense,

But your life no.

People who wash in the river

And carve with your axe

The boards for my coffin.

There may be those who defend you

Who may buy your sacred ground

But your life no.

• Artist:Amália Rodrigues