Aldeia da Roupa Branca

Oh river, don't complain
Oh soap doesn't kill
Oh it even washes the fish
Oh it turns them silver
Clothes on the hill drying
Look how white and light
It looks like snow
Look, it's snowed

Cold water from the stream
Cold water warmed by the sun
Seeing the village brings to mind
White clothes that we hung
Three bodices, one apron
Seven pillowcases and a sheet
Three shirts from the trousseau
That the customer gave to the laundry

Oh river, don't complain
Oh soap doesn't kill
Oh it even washes the fish
Oh it turns them silver
Look at the laundry
See it in blue of hope
The hill looks like a dovecote
Look, white doves

Cold water from the stream
Cold water warmed by the sun
Seeing the village brings to mind
White clothes that we hung
Three bodices, one apron
Seven pillowcases and a sheet
Three shirts from the trousseau
That the customer gave to the laundry

Oh river, don't complain
Oh soap doesn't kill
Oh it even washes the fish
Oh it turns them silver
A raw linen sheet
See how clean it is
We sleep on it, you and I
Look, it turned to linen

Cold water from the stream
Cold water warmed by the sun
Seeing the village brings to mind
White clothes that we hung
Three bodices, one apron
Seven pillowcases and a sheet
Three shirts from the trousseau
That the customer gave to the laundry