One says goodbye, imperceptibly, to small things
The same way as a tree
In autumn, runs out of leaves
In the end, the sadness it's the slow death of the simple things
Those simple things that stay hurting your heart
One always comes back
To the old places where one loved the life
And then one understands
How absent the beloved things are
For that, boy, don't leave now, dreaming with the return
For love is simple
And the simple things get devoured by the time
Delay yourself here, in the big light of this midday
Where you will find, with the bread, the table set in the sun
For that, boy, don't go leave now
Dreaming with the return
For love is simple
And the simple things get devoured by the time
One always comes back
To the old places where one loved the life
Delay yourself here, in the big light of this midday
Where you will find, with the bread, the table set in the sun
For that, boy, don't go leave now
Dreaming with the return
For love is simple
And the simple things get devoured by the time
One always comes back
To the old places where one loved the life