Ciranda

Stop in the morning, at night and during the day
Every child says that everything is theirs
Hey, boy! Hey, girl! Let go of that, little lizard
Because in this circle game the whole world is mine, is yours, is mine, is yours...

Once there was a little armadillo
Then a bunch of siblings were born
Plus the friend, plus the cousin, the classmate, the neighbor
And in this circle game the little armadillo turned into a big ball, balloon, big ball, balloon...

And in this circle game the whole world is mine, is yours, is mine, is yours...
And in this circle game the little armadillo turned into a big ball, balloon, big ball, balloon...