It's winds from the mountain
It's breezes from the sea
The story I'm going to tell
Of a pastor Florival
My brother from Bensafrim
Natural prayed like this
He spent his days
In his toil
And the years of his leisure
Serras go serras com
His singing had no end
The shepherd sang like this
br/>Ã standing mountains
à sea meadows in bloom
à ancient woods
Clothed in black
Fly swallow
Fly my sister
Don't leave
Come back tomorrow
Tell me friends
Tell me only
All on one side
Who made you like this
br/>Tell me a thousand meadows
Campinas tell me
The story I didn't tell
Serras go serras come
Your evil had no end
The The shepherd sang like this
à raised mountains
à sea meadows in bloom
à ancient woods
Clothed in black
Fly swallow
Fly my sister
Don't go away
Come back tomorrow
Tell your friends
Tell me only
Everyone on one side
Who will tell you? He did this
It was his good that he saw
In a river to bathe
When he saw him come and look
He never appeared again
To the shepherd of Bensafrim
His pain cried like this
à raised mountains
à sea meadows in bloom
à ancient forests
Clothed in black
Swallow flies
No Go away
Come back tomorrow
Tell me friends
Tell me only
Everyone on one side
Who made you like this

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