Cabelos Brancos

My white hairs
Are not from age, they are bumps of life
They are longings, old hopes in a new body
They are many songs that I didn't sing to my people

The tears that one day you see flowing on my face
Are not from pity, not from displeasures
They are drops of water that I kept from each of the fourteen rains
That I waited for my hair to turn white

From waiting so much, my hair turned white
From wanting to choose so much, my hair turned white
From so much desire to choose, my hair turned white

There it goes lale
There it goes lale
There it goes lale

White hairs now, it's not old age
They are like the wrinkles of the past, not like the ones now
That are from bitterness, mature hopes
Premature experiences of childhood

White hairs from the past were memories not like the ones now
That are hopes, mature hopes
Experiences and bitterness that want us to avoid other adventures

There it goes lale
There it goes lale
There it goes lale

There it goes lale
There it goes lale
There it goes lale