Dia Branco

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