You were over there,
And I needed to be,
As close to something,
That looks like you and me,
That looks like you and me,
Those yellow falling leaves.

That I recall,
They're going south for the winter,
Leaving it all,
With you my life’s just better,
Ohhhh.

You would sit across,
That dusty hall,
And I asked myself some questions,
Can I fly or will I fall,
Can I fly or will I fall,
Can I be with you at all?

And I recall,
Your breath in the cold dark winter,
Leaving it all,
With you my life’s gets better,
Ohhhh.

BR:
Erô baba mixoro ero mi baba cujadê 
Erô baba mixoro ero mi baba 
Ijexá toca com agogô, toca com atabaque 
toca com coração


foi vovô quem deu lugar ao batuque feito com amor
disse bem erô babá, som madeira ecoa pelo ar
quem cantava transformou cerejeira em boca de tambor 
quem tocava enfeitiçou pé na terra pé de beira mar

ENG:
it was grandpa who made way for drumming made with love
he said well erô babá, the sound of wood echoes through the air
those who sang turned cherry trees into drums
those who played enchanted feet on the ground and by the sea