Butterfly
Over the fields
a butterfly
playied on a flower and she stopped and rested on it.
There was a child
looking at that flower
he looked again,
but the butterfly was gone.
The butterfly
flew on a tree,
the child ran there
but she was gone again.
Fly and fly and fly,
run and run and run
ran the boy beside her
and playied with her.
Flies over the fields
races in the wood
and the sun was going down
but the sun had gone down.
There was a child
sitting on the road
he was looking for
the way to go back home.
Branches of trees
seems to reach him
face in his hands:
he was crying.
Cry and cry and cry,
fly and fly and fly,
rose in flights his sky
searching for the home.
Borboleta
Sobre os campos
uma borboleta
brincava em uma flor e parou para descansar nela.
Havia uma criança
olhando para aquela flor
ele olhou de novo,
más a borboleta tinha sumido.
A borboleta
voou para uma árvore,
a criança correu até lá
mas ela tinha sumido de novo.
Voa e voa e voa,
correndo e correndo e correndo
corria o menino ao lado dela
e brincava com ela.
Voa sobre os campos
corre na floresta
e o sol estava se pondo
mas o sol já tinha se posto.
Havia uma criança
sentada na estrada
ele estava procurando
um jeito de voltar pra casa.
Ramos das árvores
pareciam alcançá-lo
rosto nas mãos:
ele estava chorando.
Chora e chora e chora,
voa e voa e voa,
subiu em voos seu céu
procurando por casa.