Pombinha Branca
Joelma Giro
White Dove
When the sun rises over the mountains
And the night ended
Another day of joy
I'm going to live without direction
The sun shines on my face
It makes my whole being vibrate
In tomorrow I feel like it
The desire to run
A little white dove
It flies through the sky
A little white dove
Flying free in the air
There is no one
Who lives so well
My home on the horizon
My treasure my faith
On the roads and in the mountains
My car is my feet
