É da torre mais alta [English translation]

Down from the highest tower

I sing this lament of mine

I sing this blood of mine

These people of mine

Down from this bigger tower

(Just here I am big as well)

Setting out to sing again,

Setting out to sing again.

Singing like the one who takes off

The clothes of sadness

Like the one who drinks

The water of nostalgia,

Flame that is born and grows

And lives and dies lit

Flame that is born and grows

In full freedom.

But never feels pain alone the one

Who sings of sorrows

Pains me the defeat of the Tejo

Pains me the drought

Pains me time lost

Pains me he, who is far away

Pains me the forgotten people

And I come to die of affection

Pains me time lost

And I come to die of affection.