Her name was Catarina
The Alentejo saw her born
Serranas saw her in life
Baleizão saw her die
Reapers in the cold morning
Flowers on the grave will see her The place
The countryside turned red
From the blood that then flowed
Calm down the fury countryside
That your crying has not ended
Whoever saw Catarina dies
Doesn't forgive those who killed her
That dove so white
Everyone wants her for themselves
à Burnt Alentejo
No one cares remember you
That black swallow
Flaps its wings to fly
à Forgotten Alentejo
One day it will sing

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