As Rosas Não Falam
Beth Carvalho
Roses Don't Speak
Hit again
With hope my heart
Well, summer is almost over
Anyway
I return to the garden
I'm sure I must cry
Well, I know you don't want to go back
For me
I complain to the roses
But what nonsense don't roses speak?
Simply roses exhale
The perfume they steal from you, oh
You should come
To see my sad eyes
And, who knows, you dreamed my dreams
Finally
You should come
To see my sad eyes
And, who knows, you dreamed my dreams
Finally
