BR:

Cobra Verde não me morde pra quem não tem curador,
nos braços de uma morena eu morro e não fica a dor

ENG:

Green snake don't bite me for those who don't have a healer,
in the arms of a brunette I die, there's no pain

You are the sunshine melting the snow,
You water the seed,
You give what it needs,
The leaves’ll grow,
So give me the sunshine.

High on a hillside you are the breeze,
I used to be small but then I grew tall,
I turned into a tree,
So give me a hillside.

Oh your love has fed the root,
made my blossoms turn to fruit,
Now the days are cold,
The wind begins to blow.

Yeah your love has fed the root,
from my branches fell the fruit,
Now the days are cold,
The wind begins to blow,
Yeah the sun's getting low.

You are the sun,
You are breeze,
I used to be small,
But now I'm a tree.

Honey, times have changed,
We've both been trying,
But it’s time to move on.

The good times, they're not the same,
Maybe baby those good times,
Have been and gone?

In the good old days when life was easy,
We'd be making music all night long,
But honey, times have changed.

In the good old days when life was easy,
In the good old days when we were young,
Waking in the morning, bright ‘n breezy,
We'd be making sweet sweet music,
All night long.

Honey, times have changed.

Oh, hear those songbirds singing at the start of the day,
Yeah I woke up early I was on my way,
Red hot sun in a big blue sky,
I was gonna start running,
But it was quicker to fly.

Over the mountain down to the vale,
Out to the coast, get a boat, set sail,
All I want to do is get back and break bread,
I've been missing my lover,
I've been missing my sweet, sweet bed.

I'm trying to get back home,
Before the sun goes down.

Oh I can't slow down, my feet won't rest,
I'm weak I'm weary but I couldn't care less,
Got a song in my soul, got a skip in my step,
My heartbeat’s racing the closer I get.

I've been gone so long but now I gotta get back,
Just one more trail yeah, one more track,
For ten long years been skipping like a stone,
But now this old man’ll be rolling,
Rolling home.

I'm trying to get back home,
Before the sun goes down.

I'm getting tired of trying to take things slow,
Kicking back ‘n waiting for the wind to blow,
For way too long just gone with the flow,
But those days are done, so get up, let’s go.

I'm getting tired of all the talking,
Been getting less of the yes than no,
Reckon I'm ready for the real thing,
All I gotta do is get up and go.