Folhas Secas

When I step on dry leaves
Hose falling
I think about my school
And in the poets of my first season

I don't know how many times
I climbed the hill singing
The Sun is always burning me
And so I'm fading away

When the weather warns
That I can no longer sing
I know I'm going to miss it
Next to my guitar
And from my youth

When I step on dry leaves
Hose falling
I think about my school
And in the poets of my first season

I don't know how many times
I climbed the hill singing
The Sun is always burning me
And so I'm fading away