Voldria tornar bellveure [English translation]

When I am before the bridge

I wish I could become a beautiful view

And you, I wish you were the fountain

From which I have to drink:

I wish I could become a beautiful view!

I wish you were a thief

So you could steal my love,

Which is as deeply red

As the oleander's blossoms;

I wish you were a thief!

I want to be this well's wall

Or to become its rope,

So I could talk to you when you are

Getting water all on your own;

I wish I could become a rope!

I wish I could become a dove

For the three months of Summer...

And, do you know where I'd build my nest?

In the place they call S'a Torre;

I wish I could become a dove!