Pomba Branca

White dove, white dove
I've already lost your flight
In that distant land
All covered by the sea
White dove, white dove
I've already lost your flight
In that distant land
All covered by the sea

I was a child and walked barefoot
Because the earth warmed me
And my eyes were long
When the night fell asleep
Ships came from countries
And I smiled at God, I dreamed
They brought clothes, happy
The children from the countries
In those boats arriving

White dove, white dove
... ... ...

Later on, getting lost
Through streets of other cities
I sang my love to the wind
Because I missed
Missed my place
The first love of life
That moment approaching
From the fields, from my place
At arrival and departure

White dove, white dove
I've already lost your flight
In that distant land
All covered by the sea
... ... ...