A poem from Manuel Curros Enríquez, a fighter for the cause of the Galician language at 1800s, dedicated to Rosalía de Castro, poetess from the same cause, composed and adapted to Portuguese by José Niza and firstly sang by Adriano Correia de Oliveira in 1971, and now brilliantly covered by Vicente, son of Jorge Palma:
| Coming by the beach sand, I saw her passing. A star on the forehead, a song on her lips. Coming so lonely in the endless night, That I even prayed for the poor crazy. Me, I have no one to pray for me... Me, I have no one to pray for me. Muse of the people that passing I saw. Eaten by wolves. Eaten she died. It's her bones you're saving. Ah, those who have a star on their forehead! Ah, those who have a song on their lips! Coming by the beach sand, I saw her passing. A star on the forehead, a song on her lips. |
