Paroles et traduction Gilberto Gil - A Volta da Asa Branca

A Volta da Asa Branca

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 cachoeiras 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 arrecordo 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!

The Return of the White Wing

For three nights already, lightning has been flashing in the north
The white wing listening to the roar of the thunder
It has already flapped its wings and returned to my sertão
Oh, oh I'm leaving, I'm going to take care of the plantation
It has already flapped its wings and returned to my sertão
Oh, oh I'm leaving, I'm going to take care of the plantation
The drought made me flee from my land
But luckily God has now remembered
To send rain to this suffering sertão
Sertão of serious women, of hard-working men
To send rain to this suffering sertão
Sertão of serious women, of hard-working men
Rivers running, waterfalls sounding
Wet earth, green grass, what wealth
And the white wing sings in the afternoon, how beautiful
Oh, oh, the people happy, happier the nature
And the white wing sings in the afternoon, how beautiful
Oh, oh, the people happy, happier the nature
Feeling the rain, I remember Rosinha
The beautiful flower of my Pernambucan sertão
And if the harvest doesn't thwart my plans
What's up, your reverend, I'm getting married at the end of the year
And if the harvest doesn't thwart my plans
What's up, your reverend, I'm getting married at the end of the year!