Folhas Secas
Nelson Cavaquinho
Dry Leaves
When I step on dry leaves
Fallen from a mango tree
I think of my school
And the poets of my first season
I don't know how many times
I climbed the hill singing
Always the Sun burning me
And so I go on fading
When the time warns
That I can't samba anymore
I know I'll miss
Next to my guitar
Of my youth
