Cria
Maria Rita
Child
Growing, it was gaining space
Jumped from my arms
Was born the other day and already wants to go to the ground
Already says mom, already says dad
Doesn't dirty the bed anymore
Doesn't want pacifier anymore
Already eats beans
I can even see my features in the first steps
Stumbles and I hold and don't let fall
If it falls, it gets up, continues
The door to the street closed
I don't let the child go out
From the line, from the line
Reflection in the mirror leads to emotion
Tear threatens to fall from the eye
Seed fertilized
Already begins to exist
It's a child, creature, and creator
Take care of those who took care of me
Take my hand and guide
It's a child, creature, and creator
Take care of those who took care of me
Take my hand and guide
It's a child, creature, and creator
Take care of those who took care of me
Take my hand and guide
It's a child, creature, and creator
Take care of those who took care of me
Take my hand and guide
