Pedro Ayres de Magalhães

To love
Is to have a flower on your breast
And I want to have
A garden on my chest
I’m leaving, in search of my great love
Man, take your mandolin
Man, take your mandolin

To leave
The whim of a heart
Which must always
Be in love
I’m leaving
In a boat full of ambition
Man, beware
Man, beware

White sail, oh white sail
I’m going to sail with you
White sail, oh white sail
Faraway beyond the sea
Farewell my beautiful country
Farewell my beloved home
Farewell beloved Tagus
Until I return

The kiss you gave me yesterday
Did not soothe
The longing I feel
Yesterday’s hug
Did not fade
Neither did our friendship