Song of Exile

My land has palm trees,

Where Sabiá sings;

The birds that chirp here,

They don't chirp like there. Our sky has more stars,

Our floodplains have more flowers,

Our forests have more life,

Our life more loves.In brooding, alone, at night,

More pleasure I find there;

My land has palm trees,

Where Sabiá sings. My land has beauty,

How about I don't find it here;

In brooding — alone, at night —

More pleasure I find there;

My land has palm trees,

Where Sabiá sings. Don't allow God for me to die,

Without my going back there;

Without enjoying the primes

That I don't find around here;

Without even seeing the palm trees,

Where Sabiá sings.