As Rosas Não Falam

Beat again
With hopes my heart
Because summer is coming to an end,
Finally

I return to the garden
With the certainty that I must cry
For I know well that you don't want to come back
To me

I complain to the roses,
But what nonsense
Roses don't speak
Simply the roses exhale
The perfume they steal from you, oh

You should come
To see my sad eyes
And, who knows, dream my dreams
In the end