The nights
Rains houses a wind palm
At its stirrings of the day sails
Do you know how I go in spring
Tapping the time I love love
Rains feed a stay
Another year of heart
When we sail the distant
In these seasons of happiness
Which is called a morning
Sheltered from time always
I know, I know the next seas
Berries provided with a certain hand
When the bird sneaks a moment
Near the garden where you draw the spring
Towards these only agreed to my long pauses
As night when the soul has it