Verdes São Os Campos
José Afonso
Green Are The Fields
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
