Campos verdes

Green fields in my homeland
have already gone, they will never return
Clear skies, in my homeland
have clouded, they will never return
If my land cries with me
no, it's not true that everything remains the same
If my land cries with you
no, it's not true that everything is like yesterday
I want it to bloom, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

Green fields, in my homeland
have already gone, they will never return
The places of my homeland
have been lost, they will never return.