Asa Branca

When I saw the land burning
Like a bonfire for St. John
I asked God up in the sky, man
Why such suffering, what’s going on?

What a blaze, what a furnace
Not a single crop in sight
Because of the lack of water, I lost my cattle
My chestnut horse died of thirst, what a plight

Even the white wing
Flew away from the backlands
"So then" I said to God, Rosinha
Keep my heart safe in your hands

Today far away, many leagues
In a sad solitude
I wait for the rain to fall again
So I can return to my old neighborhood

When the green of your eyes
Spreads across the fields
I promise you, don’t cry, alright?
I’ll be back, alright?
My heart.