Voa Bicho
Milton Nascimento
Fly, Creature
The swallow flew, flew
Made a nest in my hat
And a hole right in the middle of the sky
And there I go like a bird
Without destination or sensibility
Without money even for a Chinese pastry.
The swallow flew, flew
Made a nest in my hand
And a hole right in my heart
And there I go like a bird
Like a creature leaving the nest
Without hesitation or pain in my turn.
The swallow flies fast
Flies faster than my voice
Swallow sings
What I didn't
Swallow flies happily
Has more strength than my hand
But alone doesn't make summer.
The swallow flew, flew
Made a nest in my hand
And a hole right in my heart
And there I go like a bird
Like a creature leaving the nest
Without hesitation or pain in my turn.
