I'm going to the woods* to cure my sorrows
to see if I can find the smile I lost
I'm going to the mountain to fill my sorrows
with the pure sap I knew there
I'm going to the river to see my tears**
And have the stork record my song
that one day on the asphalt
went missing and lost its charm
I already feel the moss that refreshes each step
In the bamboo*** I hear the wind whisper
I come to see the green of the jungle with her embrace
that in my absence was able to breathe again
I'm going to the river to see my tears
And have the stork record my song
that one day on the asphalt
went missing and lots its charm
I'm going to the woods to cure my sorrows...