Rosa de Abril
Padre Zezinho
April Rose
A rose that wilted in the month of April
Wilted, but warned that it would fade
It gave a thousand signs, slowly fading away
Lost its freshness, but beauty didn’t fade
Got sick, but didn’t lose
The gifts that God gave it
A rose that wilted in the month of April
Wilted, but warned that it would fade
It gave a thousand signs, slowly fading away
Lost its freshness, but beauty didn’t fade
Got sick, but didn’t lose
The gifts that God gave it
And that rose that wilted in the month of April
Taught me that growing old isn’t bad
When you’ve known how to be someone your whole life
Growing old isn’t bad
God wanted it this way
Growing old isn’t the end
A rose that wilted in the month of April
Wilted, but warned that it would fade
It gave a thousand signs, slowly fading away
Lost its freshness, but beauty didn’t fade
Got sick, but didn’t lose
The gifts that God gave it
And that rose that wilted in the month of April
Taught me that growing old isn’t bad
When you’ve known how to be someone your whole life
Growing old isn’t bad
God wanted it this way
Growing old
Growing old isn’t the end
