Estrada Branca
Tom Jobim
White Road
White road, white moon, late night, your absence
Walking, walking, walking, by my side
A longing, a desire, so painful, for a life
A life that died
Road, birds, clear night
My path is so lonely, so lonely to walk
That even walking forward
Looking at the moon sadly
The more I walk, the closer I am to you
If instead of night it were day, and the sun shone and the poetry
And instead of sad it were happy to leave
If instead of seeing only my shadow on this road
I saw along this road, another shadow following me
But the truth is that the city is far away
It stayed far away in the city, my beloved was left behind
I go alone without affection
I walk my path
I walk with a desire to die
