Asa Branca
Luiz Gonzaga
White-winged
When I looked at the land burning
Like a São João bonfire
I asked the Lord up in the sky: Oh
Why such cruel suffering, why?
What a blaze, what a furnace
Not a single crop in sight
For lack of water, I lost my cattle
My stallion died of thirst that night
For lack of water, I lost my cattle
My stallion died of thirst that night
Even the white-winged dove
Flew away from the dry land
Then I said: Goodbye, Rosinha
Keep my heart safe in your hand
Then I said: Goodbye, Rosinha
Keep my heart safe in your hand
Now I'm far, many miles away
In this lonely, aching pain
I wait for the rain to fall again
So I can return to my homeland
I wait for the rain to fall again
So I can return to my homeland
When the green of your eyes
Spreads across the fields once more
I promise you, don't cry, my love
I'll be back, just like before
I promise you, don't cry, my love
I'll be back, just like before
