Verdes São Os Campos

Green are the fields
The color of lemon
So are the eyes
Of my heart

Field, that stretches
With beautiful greenery
Sheep, that in it
Have your pasture
You feed on herbs
That the Summer brings
And I on memories
In my heart

What you eat
Are not herbs
They are graces from the eyes
Of my heart
You feed on herbs
That the Summer brings
And I on memories
In my heart

Cattle that graze
With contentment
Your sustenance
You will not understand
What you eat
Are not herbs
They are graces from the eyes
Of my heart