Chorus of color
Shadow of sound of color
Of "he loves me not"
Of "he loves me not" of well
Of well he tells me
By telling me this way, I will be happy
I will be happy with flowers
From flower to flower

From samba to samba in the sound of back and forth
Of green, green seeing a blade of grass
Quill pen, chirp of the bem-te-vi bird
Dawning like this near me

Near the brightness of the morning
The grass, the mud, everything is my sister
From samba to samba in the sound of back and forth
Of green, green seeing a blade of grass

Quill pen, chirp of the bem-te-vi bird
Dawning yes near me
Near the brightness of the morning
The grass, the mud, everything is my sister
The branch, the frog, the leap of a frog

Chorus of color
Shadow of sound of color
Of "he loves me not"
Of "he loves me not" of well
Of well he tells me
By telling me this way, I will be happy
I will be happy with flowers
From flower to flower

From samba to samba in the sound of back and forth
Of green, green seeing a blade of grass
Quill pen, chirp of the bem-te-vi bird
Dawning yes near me

Near the brightness of the morning
The grass, the mud, everything is my sister
The branch, the frog, the leap of a frog

From samba to samba in the sound of back and forth
Of green, green seeing a blade of grass
Quill pen, chirp of the bem-te-vi bird
Dawning yes near me

Near the brightness of the morning
The grass, the mud, everything is my sister
The branch, the frog, the leap of a frog

Chorus of color
Shadow of sound of color
Of "he loves me not"
Of "he loves me not" of well
Of well he tells me
By telling me this way, I will be happy
I will be happy with flowers
From flower to flower

From samba to samba in the sound of back and forth
Of green, green seeing a blade of grass
Quill pen, chirp of the bem-te-vi bird
Dawning yes near me

Near the brightness of the morning
The grass, the mud, everything is my sister
The branch, the frog, the leap of a frog

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