Incelença Pro Amor Retirante

Come visit, friend
The land, the place
That you abandoned
I still hear murmurs
I will never leave you
By God Our Lord
Companion feather now
That you have gone away

In life, flower
I hear in every dark night
How I search for you
A cricket singing
Deep in the yard
A troubadour cricket
Lost looking
But already by dawn
I hear the song of the beloved
Of the singing cricket
The herds moan at dawn
Mooing, where is the lady
Who never returned

It's been a year in January
Since a drover landed here
Who promised
On the last moon
To bring news of you
If you're alive or dead
Since that dawn
I have my eyes on the road
And the troop did not return
I ask the Lord for mercy
In a chant of incelença
Of the love that left