Dia Branco
Alceu Valença
White Day
Goddess of the night
Bloody and cold
Sister of the moon
Woman of the night and day
I came from afar
Chasing the breeze
With seven stones
I embroidered my shirt
To see the crazy one with sequins
With green lips of glitter
Dancing in the night of the Four Corners
With her ballerina dress
Making laughter shake fear
Making fear turn into a smile
Turning the night of the Four Corners
Into a white day like Sunday
To see the crazy one with sequins
With green lips of glitter
Dancing in the night of the Four Corners
With her ballerina dress
Making laughter shake fear
Making fear turn into a smile
Turning the night of the Four Corners
Into a white day like Sunday
