Folhas Secas
Beth Carvalho
Dry Leaves
When I step on dry leaves
Falls from a mango tree
I think about my school
And in the poets of my first station
I don't know how many times
I climbed the hill singing
The sun always burning me
And so I'm dying
When the weather warns
That I can't sing anymore
I know I'll miss you
Next to my guitar
And of my youth
When I step on dry leaves
Falls from a mango tree
I think about my school
And in the poets of my first station
I don't know (Nelson) how many times
I climbed the hill singing
The sun always burning me
And so I'm dying (go, Hamilton!)
When I step on dry leaves
Falls from a mango tree
I think about my school
And in the poets of my first station
I don't know how many times
I climbed the hill singing
The sun always burning me
And so I'm dying
And so I'm dying
Beautiful!
