[Verse 1] In the gloom of an alley, Lia walks stealthily, With her coat of night and eyes that are green jewels. Motes of amber in her gaze, like shooting stars, Fleeing from night shadows, looking for her place. [Verse 2] She dances among shadows, with her tail guiding her way. With subtle brushstrokes, each stroke is a whisper, The rings of its tail, are the signature of its gait, And the tip, with white stained, her story she will tell. [Chorus] Lia, the raccoon, who paints with a soul full of illusion, With each stroke and each leaf, her magic unbridled. Lia, the artist of twilight, in her floral world, She draws dreams with colors, of a fairer and more special world. [Verse 3] With subtle brushstrokes, she paints her reality, Each stroke is a whisper, of her sweet truth. Sweet fruits and caresses, smiles that heal, Avoid the stares, of those who judge. [Verse 4] Among watercolor pots, her laughter glides, With her stained apron, her art never ends. In pots and gardens, she finds her freedom, She finds in flowers, the place where she nests. [Verse 5] She flees from dogs and howls, who want to hunt her, Strong smells drive her away, to the remembered past. But don't let her shyness, fool you, For her heart is pure, and her friendship, a treasure. [Bridge] Hope in every flower, which with her hands she cares for, In the darkest night, her spirit does not hide. Lia, looking for her place, in this changing world, With her laughter and her art, she becomes brave and constant. [Verse 6] In shared solitude, she finds a new home, A refuge where she is accepted, and can be who she is. Fearful but brave, she faces her fate, With the paint on her tail, her personal stamp. [Verse 7] There is no garden more fertile, than that of her imagination, Nor art more sincere, than the one she creates with heart. In a world of shadows, she is light and song, With her tail stained white, Lia paints her passion.
