Em Terras de Trás-os Montes

In the lands of Trás-os-Montes
Between Coelhoso and Parada
A true story
Was told right there

Handcuffed by two cops
On the morning of twenty-three
There goes Manuel Augusto
Without even knowing why

With him goes Marcolino
Snitch of the Dominators
Go to the mines of Ribeira
You'll see who the bosses are

In that workplace
In the depths of exploitation
Marcolino tells the cops
Squeeze that bastard

Not satisfied with the proof
Of the zeal he shows
To that honorable boy
He then said:

We know about your life
Tomorrow at this time
You'll go to the fort of Elvas
Say goodbye to the good life

Also José António
Was interrogated the same way
Murderer Marcolino
You were the first guilty one

Between Parada and Coelhoso
Oppression still reigns
Don't let the blackbird escape
Don't break your unity