Casinha Branca
José Augusto
White Little House
I've been so lonely lately
That I don't even see in front of me
Anything that brings me pleasure
I feel happiness getting further away
Seeing so many dreams
Perish in my youth
I just wanted to have in life
A simple place
With green bushes
To plant and harvest
To have a white little house with a balcony
A backyard and a window
To see the sun rise
Sometimes I walk through the city
Looking for friendship
Following the crowd
But I hold back, looking at each face
Each one has their mystery
Their suffering, their illusion
I just wanted to have in life
A simple place
With green bushes
To plant and harvest
To have a white little house with a balcony
A backyard and a window
To see the sun rise