Cavalo Branco
Pedro Bento e Zé da Estrada
White Horse
Here goes the story of the white horse
That left, leaving dust on the road
I was happily riding, galloping
Setting off in search of the beloved woman
Like a rocket always advancing
My white horse, although tired
Crossed the plains and flowery fields
Among the green valleys of a blue sky
Where we passed, we left longing
In the waters of the spring, in the flowers of the field
In the song of the birds that happily woke up
With the beating of the white horse's hooves
Arriving at the destination of the long journey
I returned shortly after with a double load
Because on the back of the white horse
I was smiling, bringing the beloved woman
From that adventure, all that remains now
Is the one who is so dear to me today
So many years have passed that even my hair
Has also turned white over the course of life
My white horse now old
Makes me remember with nostalgia the past
When he helped me bring to my nest
The one who lives happily by my side
