samba do girassol

Next to the lake
Under the Trees
Slowly dancing in the summer breeze
My heart to which I return
Like chimes in the wind
In orange warm bloom
I´m guided by your petals and perfume
Made of honey and sweet pears

I know, this won´t be our last goodbye
I know, this won´t be our last goodbye
I know, spring will soon return
But why do you still have to go?

My petals shaped a spot for your return my dear
My protector and my love

I know, this won´t be our last goodbye
I know, this won´t be our last goodbye
I know, spring will soon return
But why do you still have to go?

Look I
Look I
Look I hold my waters
For you

I know, this won´t be our last goodbye
I know, this won´t be our last goodbye
I know, spring will soon return
But why do you still have to go?
But why do you still have to go?
My
Dearest
Amour