Arena de otoño

Autumn sand, the beach falls asleep,
A tired sun is already happy.
Voices get lost, the echo doesn't return,
The sky has changed, now it's gray.
Just the sound of rain on the sea,
Just your voice.
I returned to that beach looking for the trace
Of a body I still feel next to me.
My fingers sank into the sand
Looking for the kisses I lost.
Just the sound of rain on the sea,
Just your voice.

Summer loves,
Are like the buds
That when they bloom, it's to die.
The August fruit
Is already far away,
Don't try to take it, it's not for you anymore.

Sitting on the sand, I no longer seek anything.
My eyes get lost in the sea
Dreaming of other suns, maybe more loves
That are born and die without sprouting.
Just the sound of rain on the sea,
Just your voice.

Summer loves,
Are like the buds
That when they bloom, it's to die.
The August fruit
Is already far away,
Don't try to take it, it's not for you anymore.
Summer loves,
Are like the buds
That when they bloom, it's to die.
The August fruit
Is already far away,
Don't try to take it, it's not for you anymore.
Summer loves...