Povo que lavas no rio
Que [bad word] o teu machado
As tábuas do meu caixão.
Pode haver quem te defenda
 [bad word] o teu chão sagrado
Mas a tua vida não.

Fui ter à mesa redonda
Bebi em malga que me esconde
O beijo de mão em mão.
Era o vinho que me deste
água pura, [bad word] agreste
Mas a tua vida não.

Aromas de luz e de lama
 [bad word] eles na cama
Tive a mesma condição.
Povo, povo, eu te pertenço
Deste-me alturas de incenso,
Mas a tua vida não.

Povo que lavas no rio
[bad word] o teu machado
As tábuas do meu caixão.
Pode haver quem te defenda
 [bad word] o teu chão sagrado
Mas a tua vida não.

People who wash in the river

People who wash in the river
And carve with your axe
The boards for my coffin.
There may be those who defend you
Who may buy your sacred ground
But your life no.

I went to the round table
I drank from the bowl that hides me
The kiss from hand to hand.
It was the wine you gave me
The pure water wild [bad word] 
But your life no.

Aromas of heather and mud
I slept with them in bed
I had the same condition.
People people to you I belong
You gave me the heights of incense,
But your life no.

People who wash in the river
And carve with your axe
The boards for my coffin.
There may be those who defend you
Who may buy your sacred ground
But your life no