A Primavera Das Flores
Tim Aragão
The Spring of Flowers
Baby, if you don't mind so much
Just like I learned on my own
The same flowers that I hid from you
I kept for myself
And we're close to the end.
See that spring has come back to life
And that fear that kept you away
Was responsible for, some time ago,
Suffering and disappointment
And it’s all just nonsense.
Sometimes I get sad not seeing you
It's easier to get used to no dreams
Than to cry without you to hold me tight.
I remember your face and I feel good
What do I do with this craving for you?
It's alright, my joy is seeing you.
