Povo Que Lavas No Rio
Amália Rodrigues
People Who Wash in the River
People who wash in the river
And carve with your axe
The boards of my coffin
People who wash in the river
Who carve with your axe
The boards of my coffin
There may be those who defend you
Who buy your sacred ground
But not your life
I went to the round table
To drink from a bowl that hides
The kiss from hand to hand
I went to the round table
To drink from a bowl that hides
The kiss from hand to hand
It was the wine you gave me
Pure water, wild fruit
But not your life
Scents of heather and mud
I slept with them in bed
I had the same condition
Scents of heather and mud
I slept with them in bed
I had the same condition
People, people, I belong to you
You gave me heights of incense
But not your life
People who wash in the river
Who carve with your axe
The boards of my coffin
People who wash in the river
Who carve with your axe
The boards of my coffin
There may be those who defend you
Who buy your sacred ground
But not your life
