🌵|🌟 Cordel Causos e Prosas 🌟|🌵
My land has palm trees,
Where the Sabiá sings;
The birds that chirp here,
They don't chirp like there.
Our sky has more stars,
Our floodplains have more flowers,
Our woods have more life,
Our life more loves.
In brooding, alone, at night,
More pleasure I find there;
My land has palm trees,
Where the Sabiá sings.
My land has primes,
What such I can't find here;
In brooding - alone, at night,
More pleasure I find there;
My land has palm trees,
Where the Sabiá sings.
God don't allow me to die,
Without going back there;
Without enjoying the primes
That I can't find around here;
Without ever seeing the palm trees,
Where does the Sabiá sing