Folha Seca

It was a beautiful day when she arrived
Carrying on her face the marks that the Sun burned
She said she was tired, with no place to stay
I felt sorry for her tears and said: You can come in

As if she knew me
She told me
About her adventurous past
Where she had been
And I, without any prejudice
Accepted her with love
A month and a little later
I married her

But one day, for no reason, she told me
I'm leaving this house and your love
To tell the truth, I never loved you
It was for your bread and your house that I stayed