A Bailarina e o Soldado de Chumbo
O Teatro Mágico
The Ballerina and the Tin Soldier
Suddenly all the magic is gone
And in our cramped little house
It's lacking grace and there's too much space
I'm left in an upstairs room without a fan
Will you say our prayers didn't reach the sky?
Heart, still asking me what happened
Tell me if your face still tastes like mine
With two shells in your hands
Dressed in gold and dust
Speaking in a cool way
About the moon, the star, and a certain evil
That now accompanies your day
And for my poetry, it's the end
It's the point where I start over
Retreat and bid farewell to the magic that shakes the world
Ballerina, tin soldier
Ballerina, tin soldier
Kiss and pain
Ballerina, tin soldier
Our small house
Seems empty without your ballet
Without your saved coffee
A tin soldier can't stand
Our empty little house
Seems small without your ballet
Without your reheated coffee
A tin soldier can't stand
