Progressão
Sérgio Rojo
Progression
Sunny days
Thoughts take me to you
Our happy youth
Laughing days
Childhood concerns
Occupying ourselves
Rainy and windy days
And the wrapping of your hug
Comforting me
Cloudy, gray days
I remember the times
That won't come back
Drops of rain on the glasses
That my tears on the dress
Insists on copying
But stormy days passes
And leaves me
Like swollen seas
Fortunately it passes
And the days will come back
Shining
