Trova do Vento que Passa
Adriano Correia de Oliveira
Ballad of the Passing Wind
I ask the passing wind
News from my country
And the wind silences the disgrace
The wind tells me nothing
And the wind silences the disgrace
The wind tells me nothing
But there is always a candle
Within the very disgrace
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 water's surface
And the rivers do not calm me
They carry dreams, they leave sorrows
They carry dreams, they leave sorrows
Oh rivers of my country
My homeland on the water's surface
Where are you going? No one says
If you pluck the green clover
Ask for news and say
To the four-leaf clover
That I die for my country
I ask the people passing by
Why they walk with eyes on the ground
Silence - that's all they have
Who live in servitude
I saw the green branches bloom
Upright and facing the sky
And for those who like to have masters
I always saw their shoulders bent
And the wind tells me nothing
No one says anything new
I saw my homeland nailed
In the outstretched arms of the people
I saw my homeland on the banks
Of rivers flowing to the sea
Like someone who loves the journey
But always has to stay
I saw ships departing
(My homeland on the water's surface)
I saw my homeland bloom
(Green leaves, green sorrows)
There are those who want you ignored
And speak of the 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 standing still
By a sad riverbank
No one says anything new
As I ask for news
In the empty hands of the people
I saw my homeland flourishing
And the night grows within
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 can't read, it's true
Those for whom I write
But there is always a candle
Within the very disgrace
There is always someone who sows
Songs in the passing wind
Even in the saddest night
In times of servitude
There is always someone who resists
There is always someone who says no