O Primeiro Canto (First Canto) testo
The drum plays relentlessly
in a place where we devote ourselves,
the sweat of your body
bathing the land.
The drum plays relentlessly,
the air reflecting its beats,
the sweat of your brow works the land.
Climbing the hillside at break of dawn
there goes Maria-Faia,
baring bronzed breast, fresh as a mint leave,
in her freshness of step the eternal peace of the Poet.
Great oaks of fervent passion
shed their leaves, gently, in the calm
of the shining fire engraved in your soul.
A single feather lightens the lives
of other feathers lost and hopeless,
your serene face singing of life.
A thousand promises of true love
adorn your warrior?s mantle,
today and for ever you will be the first canto!
Oh, my love was a shepherd, my love,
nobody knew his pain.
Oh, my love was a Lusitano* shepherd,
may no one harm him again.
Oh, my love was an honest shepherd,
my love was my first.
The sources of our utopia
are seeds, faces without veils,
your fathomless dream glimpsing the skies!
A thousand promises of true love
adorn your warrior?s mantle,
today and forever you will be the first canto!
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