I don't know what I left in Évora
That makes me remember Évora
When I reach the Tagus river
Its waves carry my soul away.
I suddenly left the Alentejo
And looked back, crying
Oh, Alentejo of my heart
You're so very far away from me!
You, harvester, who work so peacefully
Oh you, who harvest the wheat so peacefully
Sever the sorrows from my soul
Sever them and carry them away with you
I suddenly left the Alentejo
And looked back, crying
Oh, Alentejo of my heart
You're so very far away from me!