A Bailarina
Toquinho
The Ballerina
One, two, three and four,
I bend my leg and jump,
I turn and twist upside down
and if I fall, I count to ten.
Then, this babble
All starts over.
Gosh, oh my!
I live on tiptoes.
When I'm a child
I become the family's pride:
I spin on half pointe
On my ballet shoe.
When I'm a toy
They keep winding me up.
If the string doesn't end
I won't stop dancing.
Without wanting to show off
I know how to do a split.
And for a good jump to happen
I bend down in a demi plié.
Suddenly I feel
A sense of pride
If instead of a dive
I jump in the air in a grand jeté.
When I'm on stage
Among shining lights,
I feel like a bird
Flying, flying, flying.
Every ballerina will carry through life
Her sweet fate of dancing, dancing, dancing...
