Povo que lavas no rio [English translation]

You people who wash in the river

and carve with your axe

the woods of my coffin.

There might be who defend you

who may buy your sacred land

but not your life.

I went to the round table

drunk in malga that hides me

the kiss from hand to hand.

It was the wine that you gave me

the pure water, pure stark

but not your life.

Smells of light and mud

I slept with them in the bed

I had the same condition.

People, people, I belong to you

you gave me the heights of an incense,

but not you life.

You people who wash in the river

and carve with your axe

the woods of my coffin.

There might be who defend you

who may buy your sacred land

but not your life.