A Volta da Asa Branca
Luiz Gonzaga
The Return of the White Wing
It's been three nights
That to the north it's been lightning
The white wing
Listening to the thunder's roar
It has already flapped its wings
And returned to my backlands
Oh, oh, I'm going away
I'll take care of the plantation
The drought made me leave my land
But fortunately God now remembered
To send rain
To this suffering backlands
Backlands of serious women
Of hardworking men
Rivers flowing
Waterfalls making noise
Moist land
Green bushes, what richness
And the white wing
Sings in the afternoon, how beautiful
Oh, oh, the people happy
Happier is nature
Feeling the rain
I remember Rosinha
The beautiful flower
From my Pernambuco backlands
And if the harvest
Doesn't hinder my plans
What's up, your vicar
I'll get married at the end of the year.
