Bola de Meia, Bola de Gude

There's a boy, there's a kid
Always living in my heart
Every time the adult falters
He comes to hold my hand

There's a past in my present
A very hot sun in my backyard
Every time the witch haunts me
The boy holds my hand

And talks to me about beautiful things
That I believe will never cease to exist
Friendship, word, respect
Character, kindness, joy, and love
Because I can't, I shouldn't, I don't want
To live as all these people insist on living
And I can't accept quietly
Any nonsense to be considered normal

Sock ball, marble
The compassionate one doesn't want loneliness
Every time sadness reaches me
The boy holds my hand

There's a boy, there's a kid
Always living in my heart
Every time the adult falters
He comes to hold my hand