In Coloralia, full of laughter,
twenty-two thousand bright little things
Each a lively color, like a
rainbow that constantly sings
Red brings the heat, blue brings the
calm, green makes the plants reach high
Twenty-two thousand hearts ready
now, beneath the colorful sky.
Twenty-two thousand colors, look at the light!
Unity makes us all shine so bright
Twenty-two thousand colors, look at the light!
White, White, you are the balance, you are right.
But in the corner, among the bright
ones, there was a little one who felt low
His name was White, without a color,
he thought he had no special glow
He watched the Festival of Colors, the
party of light, with sadness inside
"How can I join without my own shade?
With no power, where can I hide?"
Twenty-two thousand colors, look at the light!
Unity makes us all shine so bright
Twenty-two thousand colors, look at the light!
White, White, you are the balance, you are right.
An old wise man, with a beard like a cloud,
said: "Your moment will soon be near"
"You are special, little friend, just
wait, and watch, and have no fear"
The Great Festival arrived, what
excitement!, everyone was taking their place
But the rainbow stopped, it was broken,
missing something from its grace.
The 22000 were all confused, their
colors couldn't flow just right
White closed his eyes and wished out loud:
"I want to be useful, share my light!"
A pure and brilliant glow, so intense,
from his small body began to shine
"White is the balance!" The elder smiled,
"Without you, they cannot be fine."
Twenty-two thousand colors, look at the light!
Unity makes us all shine so bright
Twenty-two thousand colors, look at the light!
White, White, you are the balance, you are right.