Suite Da Terra (Earth Suite)

To plough the land, to sow,
two callused hands,
whitewash souls, deep roots,
fertile seed.
Oh green mountain,
source of living water,
of the green that I feel,
of the green that I breathe,
of the smell that is green!
Oh green mountain,
source of living water,
of the green that I feel,
of the green that I breathe,
of the sweet smell of seeing you!
On the wings of an Açor*
fly over houses,
exalt the pain
with fluttering beats.
Magma of the people of the sun,
you will sing a new fado,
when the volcano awakes,
you shall sing a new fado.
*bird of prey, from the falcon family