Estrada Branca

White road
White moon
High night
Your absence walking
Walking, walking
By my side
A longing
A desire
So painful
Of a life
Life that died

Road full of birds
Clear night
My path is so lonely
So lonely
To walk
That even walking
Forward
Looking at the moon sadly
The more I walk
The closer I am
To you

If instead of night
It were day
If the sun shone
And the poetry
Instead of sad
Were joyful
To leave
If instead of seeing
Only my shadow
On this road
I saw along
This road
Another shadow
Following me

But the truth
Is that the city
Stayed far, stayed far
In the city
My beloved was left behind
I go alone without affection
I walk my path
I walk with a desire to die