Amêndoa Amarga [English translation]

For you I speak and no one thinks (realizes)

But I say my almond, my friend, my brother

My throng of tenderness, my home

My garden of cares, my wing.

For you I live and no one thinks (is aware)

But I follow a road of brambles and nards

An intense tenderness I pursue

Surrounded by thistles on so many sides.

For you I die and no one knows

But I await your body that knows dawn

Your body that knows despair

Oh my bitter almond I wish for you.