Rider's Song = Distant and lonely, Black pony, large moon, in my saddlebag, I have olives, Well as I know the roads, I shall never reach Sintra...

Over the plain, through the wind,
black pony, red moon.
Death keeps a watch on me
before I ever reach Sintra.

Oh, such a long way to go !
And, oh, my spirited pony !
Ah, but death awaits me
before I ever reach ???