Gnawing an orange on the cliff
Looking at the blue world ahead of me
Hearing a nightingale nearby
In the calm improv of sunset
Below, trembling fires in the tents
Offshore the waters shine like silver
And the breeze keeps telling old legends
Of pirate ports and bays
There was a peach tree on the island
Planted by a Vizier from Odemira
Who they say killed himself young for love
Here, in the place of Porto Côvo
The moon has already dropped over this peace
And reigns over all this glow
All around life delights itself
While a sea bream roasts on the embers
Far off, a ship's citadel
Lights up in the sea like a wish
Behind me the breath of fate
Brings me back the memory of the Alentejo
There was a peach tree on the island
Planted by a Vizier from Odemira
Who they say killed himself young for love
Here, in the place of Porto Côvo
Gnawing an orange on the cliff
Looking ahead at the dark blue
I could be a fish in the tide
Swimming with no past or future
There was a peach tree on the island
Planted by a Vizier from Odemira
Who they say killed himself young for love
Here, in the place of Porto Côvo