Doce Amargo do Amor

Give me a good herb mate
That the sweetness of this bitterness does me good
The bitterness represents a longing
And the sweetness the heart she doesn't have

I brewed my mate at dawn
I called the girl to drink mate with me
I didn't even suspect she had left
And this longing is now my punishment

At the end of the afternoon nothing consoles me
I drink a bitter one disguising the pain
I put down the gourd and pick up the guitar
I sing longing for my great love