Fame, soedade e bágoas

Once upon a time the fire would die
and the kids would play
while Manuel
would glance at the cows.

The companion died
and the children, who would bring them together!,
the wind of emigration
scattered them like sparks.

Who are you waiting for, Maria,
with the moon full of wolves
and the stars drowned
in the deep bowl of your eyes?

Who are you stubbornly waiting for
in the most crowded night?,
no one needs you
and you don't need anything anymore.

If you were young!, who knows!
if there in a strange homeland
I would find the warmth
of a man, a bread, and a house.

For this land only gives
hunger, loneliness, and tears.
Oh, who could escape
in the company of hope!.

Now not anymore, Maria,
only the land awaits
and calls for you gently
so you may rise from the ashes.

To rise from the ashes,
to dive into the fountains,
to hide in the trees
to the beat of the northern wind.

But wait a little longer,
my old one by the fireplace,
for you shall return one day
and they shall find fire in it.

You are the one who keeps the homeland,
Maria, with life ablaze,
do not let the fire die out
until they bring firewood.