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.