Pombinha Branca
Joelma Giro
White Dove
When the Sun rises in the mountains
And the night has ended
Another day of joy
Living aimlessly I go
The Sun hits my face
Makes my whole being vibrate
And tomorrow I feel the pleasure
Of the desire to run
A white dove
Passes in the sky flying
A white dove
Flying freely in the air
There's no one
Who lives so well
My house on the horizon
My treasure my faith
On the roads and in the mountains
My car is my feet
