Trova do Vento que Passa

I ask the passing wind
News from my country
And the wind silences the misfortune
The wind tells me nothing
And the wind silences the misfortune
The wind tells me nothing

But there is always a lamp
Within one's own misfortune
There is always someone who sows
Songs in the passing wind
There is always someone who sows
Songs in the passing wind

I ask the rivers that carry
So many dreams on the surface of the waters
And the rivers do not calm me
They take dreams and leave sorrows

They take dreams and leave sorrows
Oh rivers of my country
My homeland on the surface of the waters
Where are you going? Nobody says

If the green clover sheds its leaves
Ask for news and say
To the four leaf clover
That I die for my country

I ask people who pass by
Why are you walking with your eyes on the ground?
Silence, that's all there is
Who lives in servitude

I saw the green branches bloom
Rights and heaven turned
And to those who like to have teachers
I always saw the hunched shoulders

And the wind tells me nothing
Nobody says anything new
I saw my homeland nailed
In the people's crossed arms

I saw my homeland on the shore
Of the rivers that go to the sea
Like someone who loves to travel
But you always have to stay

I saw ships leaving
(My homeland on the surface of the waters)
I saw my homeland flourish
(Green leaves green sorrows)

There are those who want you ignored
And speak homeland in your name
I saw you crucified
In the black arms of hunger

And the wind tells me nothing
Only silence persists
I saw my homeland at a standstill
On the edge of a sad river

Nobody says anything new
If I get news, I'll ask for it
In the empty hands of the people
I saw my homeland blooming

And the night grows inside
Of the men of my country
I ask the wind for news
And the wind tells me nothing

The clover has four leaves
Freedom four syllables
They don't know how to read, it's true
Those I write to

But there is always a lamp
Within one's own misfortune
There is always someone who sows
Songs in the passing wind

Even on the saddest night
In times of servitude
There is always someone who resists
There is always someone who says no