In my nocturnal voice a river rises
That is not called Tagus or Mondego
That does not take boatman or ship
That does not run through the grove
It is a river all made up of yearning
Where no star rests
Without reflecting the city lights
My fate will pour into the quay
It is a river that carries all the sorrow
From the heart that departs and says goodbye
A river of so much pain and so much water
And I who take it to the sea, I die of thirst