Casa de Brinquedos

We've arrived, son, this is it
Get ready, here you will discover the enchanted valley
You will reach the mysterious cave
You will see the strange laboratory of the mad scientist
And I wanted to tell you something
Don't forget, son, that a rose is not just a rose
A rose is a morning, a woman, a great love
A rose is your invention
The world is your invention
You give it meaning, you make it beautiful
You fill it with things
The toy, what is the toy?
Two or three parts of plastic, of tin
A cold material, without joy, without history
But it's not that, is it, son?
Because you give it life
You make it fly, travel
Come on, son, do you know what place this is?
It is a place of dreams
A house of toys
Shall we go in?