Unha Noite Na Eira do Trigo

One night in the wheat field
Oh, the reflection of the white moon
A girl cried without stopping
The disdain of an ungrateful lover

And the poor girl amidst complaints said
I have no one in the world
I will die and my eyes won't see
The sweet gaze of my love

Its echoes of melancholy
Walked on the wings of the wind
And the lament repeated
I will die and my love won't come

Far from her standing on the stern
Of a sly slave ship
Emigrating on the way to America
Goes the poor and unhappy lover

And looking at the gentle swallows
Heading towards the land it leaves behind
Who could turn back, he thought
Who could fly with you

But the birds and the ship fled
Without hearing his bitter laments
Only the winds repeated
Who could fly with you

Lairaraira

Clear nights of aromas and moonlight
Since then, there is sadness in you
For those who saw a girl cry
For those who saw a ship depart

From a true celestial love
Only the proof of tears remained
A cave on a hill
And a corpse at the bottom of the sea