Asa Branca [English translation]

When I looked to the land, burning

Like “fire of Saint John”,

I asked the God of sky

Why (are you sending such a) enormous maltreatment?

What a brazier, what a furnace,

No one (there isn't any) plant on plantation

For lack of water I lost my cattle,

My bay horse died because of thirst.

Even white wing

Made off (ran away) from my backwoods.

So I said: “Good bye Rosinha,

Keep my heart with you.”

Se espalhar na plantação

Que eu voltarei, viu

Numa triste solidão

Espero a chuva cair de novo

Para eu voltar pro meu sertão