What happens to the leaves that burn to gold
And fall from vibrant green?
Do they long for what they were or do they let go?
They just let go
Doing cartwheels in the sky
They let go
Watching branches pa** them by
They let go, let go
The clouds that hang with grey
What do they do when they dissolve to rain?
A thousand drops of sighs that let go
They just let go
A million times reflected
They let go
Each one perfectly selected
They let go, let go
Deixa, deixou porque nada fica igual
Deixa, deixou
Deixa, deixou porque nada fica igual
Deixa, deixou
Crashing waves bursting in foam
Rise and fall
The rolling walls of water blue
That let go
They just let go
It's the breathing of the ocean
They let go
Breathing, breathing…
Deixa, deixou porque nada fica igual
Deixa, deixou
Deixa, deixou porque nada fica igual
Deixa, deixou