English: O Lady, Mother of Men, You stand in the middle of the hillside. Further down is Marcolos, Higher up Salvaterra... O neighbour, do you have a flame to light my lantern? My love is outside, I want to talk to her first... This word “longing“, O Rose, the one who invented it, é ole, é ole, O lovely Rose, the one who invented it (...)
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