Alecrim Dourado

Rosemary, golden rosemary
That was born in the field
Without being sown

It was my love...
Who told me... like this
That the flower of the field... is the rosemary

Rosemary, tiny rosemary
That was born in the field
Perfuming everything
It was my love
Who told me like this
That the flower of the field is the rosemary

Rosemary, rosemary in bunches
Because of you
My eyes cry
It was my love
Who told me like this
That the flower of the field is the rosemary