Verdes são os campos [English translation]

Green are the fields,

The colour of lemon:

Thus are the eyes

Of my sweetheart!

Countryside, you that spread

With beautiful greenery;

You sheep who, across it

Find your pastures,

You live on the herbs

That Summer brings...

And I, live on the memories

Of my sweetheart!

That which you're eating

Aren't just herbs, no:

They are the cheer in the eyes

Of my sweetheart!

You live on the herbs

That Summer brings...

And I, live on the memories

Of my sweetheart!

That which you're eating

Aren't just herbs, no:

They are the cheer in the eyes

Of my sweetheart!

[Instrumental]

You live on the herbs

That Summer brings...

And I, live on the memories

Of my sweetheart!

That which you're eating

Aren't just herbs, no:

They are the cheer in the eyes

Of my sweetheart!

You live on the herbs

That Summer brings...

And I, live on the memories

Of my sweetheart!

That which you're eating

Aren't just herbs, no:

They are the cheer in the eyes

Of my sweetheart...