Malú at twelve years old

[Verse 1] Maria Luiza, at twelve years old, A violin in hand, her heart made of gold. Strings that sing, notes that soar, In the theater’s spotlight, she dances and explores. [Chorus] Oh, the strings of joy, they play for her, A melody of laughter, a symphony so pure. Maria Luiza, the stage is her canvas, Painting emotions with every graceful dance. [Verse 2] In the hush of the auditorium, she stands, Bow gliding across strings, dreams in her hands. The audience breathless, caught in her spell, Maria Luiza, the violin weaves stories to tell. [Chorus] Oh, the strings of joy, they play for her, A melody of laughter, a symphony so pure. Maria Luiza, the stage is her canvas, Painting emotions with every graceful dance. [Bridge] And when the curtain falls, applause erupts, Her smile contagious, her spirit uncorrupt. She imitates life—the wind, the rain, the sun, Maria Luiza, the theater’s brightest one. [Chorus] Oh, the strings of joy, they play for her, A melody of laughter, a symphony so pure. Maria Luiza, the stage is her canvas, Painting emotions with every graceful dance.