Uma flor do verde pinho [English translation]

I could call you my homeland

Give you the most beautiful Portuguese name

I could give you a queen's name

As this love is from Pedro towards Inês.

But there is no shape, no verse,

No bed for this fire, my love, for this river

A heart outside its chest, so to speak

My love overflowed. And I have no ship.

Loving you is a poem that I do not recite

As there is no glass, my love, for this wine

No guitar nor singing friend

There is no flower, no green-pine flower

There is no boat nor wheat nor clover.

There are no words to write this song.

Loving you is a poem that I do not write.

As there is a river without bed. And I have no heart.

But there is no shape, no verse,

No bed for this fire, my love, for this river

A heart outside its chest, so to speak

My love overflowed. And I have no ship.