As estações da alma

Under those grown trees i'll stay

and for a long time rest here i may

somehow waiting for that day

when the unexpected will come my way

leaves fall down, as these words i say

live like this, for the rest of my life i may

passing by, day by day

waiting to something come this way

Nothing is changing, as here i stay

just the seasons, that change may;

snow and gray, all the day

only dead leaves in my way.

What is truly in my way?

there is sun now where I stay

it stills all the same; in a different day

will all these things, here remain

if my mind, a change may?