Folhas Secas

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 how many times
I climbed the hill singing
The sun always burning me
And so I'm dying
And so I'm dying
And so I'm dying
And so I'm dying