Branca
Zequinha de Abreu
White
For a long time I saw her
That I met her
She was beautiful
A masterpiece of love
A mix of star and flower
But she also suffered, I know I will tell
Because I read in those eyes, tired of crying
And late, upon arrival, the trains one by one
She saw a strange tempter disembark, and Branca
To dream of love
She fell in love with the tempting young man!
But this flower did not feel love bloom
She never felt it bloom because he had to leave
She saw him embark like one day, after loving him and never again
She felt her pure love, from the young tempter!