Roses don't speak - Cartola

And again, my hearts
Full of hope beats
While the summer is vanishing...
Anyways...

So, I'm back to the garden
With the sure I should cry
Because I know
You won't back to me...

I complain to the roses,
That's so silly
Roses don't speak
They just exhale
The sweet scent
Stealed from you, oh...

You shall come here
To see my sorrowful eyes,
And, who knows,
Dream my dreams
And so...