Canção Da Roupa Branca

Oh river, don't complain,
Oh soap doesn't kill!
Oh, it even washes the fish,
Oh, makes them silver!

Clothes in a pile, drying:
Look how white and light!
It gives the impression to whoever looks,
Look well, it seems like snow fell.

Cold water from the stream,
Cold water warmed by the sun!
Seeing the village brings to mind
White clothes that we hung out.

Three bodices, an apron,
Seven pillowcases and a sheet,
Three shirts from the trousseau,
That the customer gave to the laundry.

Oh, look at the trousseau,
Oh, made of white heather!
Oh, it looks like a dovecote,
Oh, only white doves!

A sheet of raw fabric:
Look how clean it is!
We sleep in it, you and I,
Look well, it turned into linen.