Vivendo a Brincar

That kid living to play
Playing to smile, smiling to dream
Bubblegum, mint, sidewalk, skating
In the morning sky, a scent of jasmine

Marbles, whistle, spinning top
Little fights at school, summer, feet on the ground
Early Sunday plays soccer
Running on the sun-baked field

Time rolls on, kid doesn’t see
The man in the mirror, kid, it’s you
Rascal, mischievous, awkward

Still playing, kept in your heart
Never left, it was life and emotion
Swimming in the rivers of your heart