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