Asa Branca
Fagner
White Wing
When I saw the land burning
Like a Saint John's bonfire
I asked God in heaven, oh
Why such suffering
What a blaze, what a furnace
Not a single plant
Due to lack of water I lost my cattle
My chestnut horse died of thirst
Even the white wing
Flew away from the backlands
So I said goodbye Rosinha
Keep my heart with you
Today far away many leagues
In this sad loneliness
I hope for the rain to fall again
So I can return to my backlands
When the green of your eyes
Spreads across the plantation, I
Assure you, don't cry, no, see
I will return, my heart
