Gilberto Gil — A volta da Asa Branca song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A volta da Asa Branca" by Gilberto Gil.
Lyrics
Já faz três noites, que pro norte relampeia
A asa branca ouvindo o ronco do trovão
Já bateu asas e voltou pro meu sertão
Ai, ai eu vou me embora, vou cuidar da prantação
Já bateu asas e voltou pro meu sertão
Ai, ai eu vou me embora, vou cuidar da prantação
A seca fez eu desertar da minha terra
Mas felizmente Deus agora se alembrou
De mandar chuva pr’esse sertão sofredor
Sertão das muié séria, dos homes trabaiador
De mandar chuva pr’esse sertão sofredor
Sertão das muié séria, dos homes trabaiador
Rios correndo, as cachoeira tão zoando
Terra moiadam mato verde, que riqueza
E a asa branca à tarde canta, que beleza
Ai, ai, o povo alegre, mais alegre a natureza
E a asa branca à tarde canta, que beleza
Ai, ai, o povo alegre, mais alegre a natureza
Sentindo a chuva, eu me arrescordo de Rosinha
A linda flor do meu sertão pernambucano
E se a safra não atrapaiá meus pranos
Que que há, o seu vigário, vou casar no fim do ano
E se a safra não atrapaiá meus pranos
Que que há, o seu vigário, vou casar no fim do ano!
Lyrics translation
It's been three nights, that pro North flashes
The White Wing hearing the snoring of Thunder
Already flapping wings and went back to my hinterland
Oh, oh, I'm leaving, I'll take care of the mourning
Already flapping wings and went back to my hinterland
Oh, oh, I'm leaving, I'll take care of the mourning
The drought made me desert my land
But fortunately God has now become angry
To send rain to this suffering hinterland
Backcountry of the serious muié, of the working homes
To send rain to this suffering hinterland
Backcountry of the serious muié, of the working homes
Rivers running, the waterfall so zooming
Land moiadam green bush, what wealth
And the White Wing in the afternoon sings, what beauty
Alas, alas, the joyful people, the more joyful nature
And the White Wing in the afternoon sings, what beauty
Alas, alas, the joyful people, the more joyful nature
Feeling the rain, I grow up Rosinha
The beautiful flower of my hinterland Pernambuco
What if the crop doesn't catch my pranos
What is there, your vicar, I will marry at the end of the year
What if the crop doesn't catch my pranos
What is it, your vicar, I'm getting married at the end of the year!