Fado das Sedes [English translation]

There is much about which I am thirsty

Thirst that makes me scream

Charity of the last resort

That nobody has to give me

There is the thirst in me of August

Of the water that did not flow

Of the flowers that wither in the valleys

Thirst that the thirst gave me

I have the thirst of the fields

And of the children without mothers

I am thirsty (so thirsty!)

For water that never comes

I have the thirsts of the fountains

That flow for noone

I have the thirst of other thirsts

Of the thirst that the thirst has.