Folhas Secas
Beth Carvalho
Dry Leaves
There.........raiá, raiá, raiá.......laiaraiá.......ra.......rá
There.......raiá, raiá, raiá.......laiaraiá.......ra.......rá
When I step on dry lea........ves
Fallen from a mango tr.......ee
I think about my sc.......hool
And the poets of my
First Station, I don't know
How many ti........mes
I climbed the hill sing........ing
Always the sun burning me
And so I'm de........stroying
Wh......en......time warns
That I can't sing anymore
^
I know......I will miss
...Beside my guitar
Of my youth..
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There.........raiá, raiá, raiá.......laiaraiá.......ra.......rá
There.......raiá, raiá, raiá.......laiaraiá.......ra.......rá
When I step on dry lea........ves
Fallen from a mango tr.......ee
I think about my sc.......hool
And the poets of my
First Station, I don't know
How many ti........mes
I climbed the hill sing........ing
Always the sun burning me
And so I'm de........stroying
Wh......en......time warns
That I can't sing anymore
^
I know......I will miss
...Beside my guitar
Of my youth..
