ALENTEJO

In the summer

The golden and heavenly ember

Burns this rough
soilHurting more the ears

Ceifeiros curved bodies

Reaking and tying in sauces

The blonde blessing of  life

My Alentejo

While this is processed

The sun hurting, without haste

Burn more tanned complexion

Sweat tears the shirt

The man burned more stay

And life is made of ember

The heat punishes the bodies
The reapers go reaper

Without stopping your labor

Your singing is dolente

It is certain that it is good people

It is true, and has more color

 

Manuel Conde \ António Zambujo