Trago Alentejo Na Voz
António Zambujo
I Bring Alentejo in My Voice
I bring Alentejo in my voice
From the singing of my people
Oh rivers of all of us
That get lost in the current
Oh dreamed plains
Oh feeling of olive groves
Oh winds in the early morning
That transcend me too much
Friends, friends
Poppies in the wheat
Only there I have them
And arm in arm with you by my side
That's where I come from
And arm in arm
Singing to love
We keep the cattle, poppies in bloom
That the wind in a shout
Refreshes the heat
And arm in arm, with you by my side
We sing love
Oh flocks of longing
That I left on those hills
Oh shepherds of anxiety
Drinking water from the springs
Oh thirst of hot afternoons
Oh memory that reaches me
Oh land full of people
In the eyes of a child
