João De Barro
Pedro Bento e Zé da Estrada
The Clay Bird
The Clay Bird, to be happy like me
One day decided, to find a partner
In the back and forth, with the clay from the beak
He built his little house, up in the branch of the tree
Every morning, the forest's builder
Sang and celebrated, for the one he loved so much
But when he went to fetch a twig
To build his nest, his love was cheating on him
But in this world, wrongdoings get found out
The Clay Bird saw up close his lost hope
Blinded by pain, he locked the door of his home
Leaving his beloved trapped for the rest of her life
What a similarity between our fates
Only I did the opposite of what the Clay Bird did
Our Lord, gave me peace in this hour
I kicked the ungrateful one out, where she goes I don’t know
