Garça Branca

Pantanal white heron comes to bring news of her
When I see the white heron, I remember my lady
On a September afternoon, oh, what a beautiful spring
I also dressed in white and entered the same chapel

I married my beloved, my God, what happiness
Our honeymoon we went to another city
This life is deceitful, how sad the reality
As the long years passed, the truth dawned on me

Today I am living alone in this sad solitude
Someone came and took the owner of my heart
White heron flaps its wings when it rises from the ground
I remember your white dress and I turn purple with passion