A Volta da Asa Branca

It's been three nights since lightning flashed to the north
And the white wing hearing the roar of thunder
I've already spread my wings and returned to my backlands
Oh, oh, I'm going to go, I'm going to take care of the planting
I've already spread my wings and returned to my backlands
Oh, oh, I'm going to go, I'm going to take care of the planting

The drought made me desert my land
But fortunately God has now remembered
To send rain to this suffering backlands
Backlands of serious women, of hard-working men
To send rain to this suffering backlands
Backlands of serious women, of hard-working men

Rivers running, waterfalls are making fun
Wet land, green bush, what wealth
And the white wing sings in the afternoon, what beauty
Oh, oh, the happy people, the happier nature
And the white wing sings in the afternoon, what beauty
Oh, oh, the happy people, the happier nature

Feeling the rain, I remember Rosinha
The beautiful flower from my Pernambuco backlands
And if the harvest doesn't get in the way of my plans
What's up, Mr. Vicar, I'm getting married at the end of the year
And if the harvest doesn't get in the way of my plans
What's up, Mr. Vicar, I'm getting married at the end of the year