Cantar Alentejano

She was called Catarina
Alentejo saw her born
Serranas saw her in life
Baleizao saw her die
Reapers in the cold morning
Flowers on the grave they will put
The field turned red
From the blood that then flowed
Calm down, field
Your weeping has not ended
Who saw Catarina die
Does not forgive those who killed
That dove so white
Everyone wants her for themselves
The burnt Alentejo
No one remembers you
That black swallow
Flaps its wings to fly
The forgotten Alentejo
One day you will sing