A Rã

Chorus of color shadow of sound of color of he loves me not
Of he loves me not of good of good tells me
Of telling me like this I will be happy
I will be happy of flower from flower to flower
From samba to samba in sound of coming and going
Of green green to see grass
Beak of feather chirp of great kiskadee
Dawning yes close to me
Close to the brightness of the morning
The grass the mud everything is my sister
The branch, the frog, the leap
Of a frog.