Deixa

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 pass 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