Curuba

Through summer night and winter day, 'cross forests, fields and mountains grey, A lonesome lady wandered her way, not caring if she would ever stray. At dusk the river she'd finally crossed, The water, foamed waves it tossed. But never could it make her rest. She followed the wind along her quest. Far from home she finally could Follow her way along the wood And down along the riverside. Above the stars had spread out wide. Without a look, without a thought, Of all the battles she had fought, She crossed the fields of broken shields And never noticed how it feels. Her black hair's like a waterfall, She was beautiful and tall,