We were once willing to lay our lives for each other
But she had come between us, making him an enemy of his own brother
Cruel words were exchanged, dire accusations thrown around
But I refused to give up on her, and firmly withstood my ground
And so, he resorted to underhanded means, like they always do
And started conspiring against me, even though my cause was true
He first sent his best soldiers to drive me out
But they were loyal to me, and the fight was won without even a shout
He tried to feed me poisoned fruit next, tempting me with cherries, luscious and red
But the common men worshipped me, so the fruit-seller washed them in nectar instead
He influenced the archbishop to order me to leave the city
But the archbishop’s heart was made of gold, and he embraced me not just out of pity
Finally, he sent his cruelest assassins to hunt us down, his birds of prey
But I fed them some Bacalhau ala Braga,
and they calmly let us continue on our way
He finally gave up then, and swallowed his pride
And sent a chariot to bring me back, in full splendor, like a newlywed bride
For he had learnt a valuable lesson today, even though he was a crusty old fart
That wild horses could not drag me away from Braga, for she had stolen my heart
jagahdilmein 