Povo que lavas no rio [English translation]

You people, who wash in the river

And chop, with your axe,

The planks for my coffin.

They might be some who defend you,

Some who buy your sacred land

But, your very lives... Not!

I went to join them at the table,

To drink in the glass bowl that hides

A kiss that passes from hand to hand!

The wine that you gave me was

Pure water, a wild fruit

But, your very lives... Not!

Scents of heather and mud;

I slept with them in the same bed,

I shared their same status.

Oh, people! People! I belong to you:

You lent me the lofty heights of incense

But, your very lives... Not!