O Cume
Rafael dos Teclados
The Summit
At the top of that summit
I planted a rosebush
The wind at the summit blows
The rose at the summit smells
When the fine rain comes
Droplets fall on the summit
Ants enter the summit
Bees leave the summit
When the heavy rain falls
The water from the summit flows down
The mud from the summit runs
The grass on the summit grows
So when the rain stops
Joy returns to the summit
For the sun that burned at the summit
Shines bright once more
