Rio de mágoa [English translation]

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