Trova do Vento que Passa

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

I ask the rivers that carry
So many dreams on the surface of the waters
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 surface of the waters
Where are you going? No one says

If you unfold the green clover
Ask for news and say
To the four-leaf clover
That I die for my country