Casinha da Colina

You know where I come from
From a little house I have
It's inside an orchard

It's a tiny house
Up on the hill
From where you can hear the sea far away

Among the bizarre palm trees
All the cicadas sing
Under the golden sunset

From the eaves you see the horizon
In the garden a fountain sings
And in the fountain there's a snail

From the jasmine so white
Gently falls on the bench
The flower that no one picked

In the flowerbed there's a little rose
In the sheepfold a little sheep
And at home my dog and I

Next to my bedside
My holy patroness
Who is always on her altar

Takes care of me if I get sick
Watches over me if I fall asleep
And wakes me up gently

When I go down the road
And look at the abandoned house
I feel when I see it, I don't know what

There's a sadness in everything
How sad nature is
Missing you

If you are my little friend
Come see my little house
My saint, my orchard

My horse is swift
It's only a league from the hill
It arrives in time to return

But if night falls
Anything can happen
What will become of me then?

The little house
Up on the hill
Is just enough for both of us