You like to play with the flowers
Little faces of many colors
That's why I like older guys
Little faces of many colors
He has fame, he has magic
But where is it that he has them?
And my friend knows things
Things happen and I don't feel resentment anymore
I am on one, I enjoy my moment
You like to play with the flowers
Little faces of many colors
A boy that makes them cry
You like to play with the flowers
Little faces of many colors
That's why I like older guys
Who will it be? Who will it be?
From Floresta to the world
Little faces of many colors