Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on.

Hoje acordei com vontade de você.
Mas isso é segredo.

"Parece que vamos ficando vazias à medida que perdemos a solidão."

Um final. Vários começos. E assim será, sempre foi.
Starting to live.

But what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?

I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill
I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill
I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older
Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold