Deixar de ser casa...

There is a house built out of stone

Somos casa, somos lar, somos quente

Parede, abrigo, janela

And I built a home

For you

For me

Abrimos a porta e deixámos entrar

Abrimos a porta e deixámos morar

Until it disappeared

From me

From you

I climbed the tree to see the world

When the gusts came around to blow me down

I held on as tightly as you held onto me

I held on as tightly as you held onto me

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...