Lyrics and translation Madredeus - A Cantiga do Campo

A Cantiga do Campo

Porque andas tu mal comigo
ò minha doce trigueira
Quem me dera ser o trigo
Que andando pisas na eira

Quando entre as mais raparigas
Vais cantando entre as searas
Eu choro ao ouvir-te as cantigas
Que cantas nas manhãs claras

Por isso nada me medra
Ando curvado e sombrio
Quem me dera ser a pedra
Em que tu lavas no rio

E falam com tristes vozes
Do teu amor singular
Aquela casa onde coses
Com varanda para o mar

(E) por isso nada me medra
Ando curvado e sombrio
Quem me dera ser a pedra
Em que tu lavas no rio

A Cantiga do Campo

Why are you treating me so badly
O my sweet brown-skinned one
I wish I were the wheat
That you tread upon as you walk

When you go singing among the fields
With the other young women
I weep to hear your songs
That you sing on clear mornings

That is why nothing grows
I am weary and depressed
I wish I were the stone
That you wash your clothes on in the river

And they speak in sad voices
Of your extraordinary love
That house where you sew
With its balcony overlooking the sea

(And) that is why nothing grows
I am weary and depressed
I wish I were the stone
That you wash your clothes on in the river