Lyrics

[Verse 1]
In English tongue, the count begins,
A simple start, where learning wins,
We softly say, for all to hear,
One, a single thing, so clear.
[Verse 2]
Across the sea, or lands not far,
Where Spanish voices brightly are,
They start their count, joyful profound,
Uno, oh what a sound.
[Verse 3]
In France, where elegance resides,
And beauty in each word abides,
A whispered start, so sweet and low,
Un, the seeds of numbers grow.
[Verse 4]
The German tongue, with strength and might,
Begins its counting, day and night,
A solid start, precise and true,
Eins, for me and you.
[Verse 5]
In Italy, with passion bright,
They count their blessings, a Spaniard’s delight,
A vibrant start, a joyful call,
Uno, standing proud and tall.
[Verse 6]
The Slavic lands, with tales untold,
Their counting starts, both new and old,
In Russian tongue, the word rings free,
Odin, for all the world to see.
[Verse 7]
In Japanese, a gentle breeze,
Carries through the Sakura trees,
A quiet start, a subtle tone,
Ichi, a single seed is sown.
[Verse 8]
In Mandarin, a rising sound,
Where many tones can be found,
A clear beginning, crisp and neat,
Yī, a single, tiny feat.
[Verse 9]
The Portuguese, with ocean's spray,
Begins their counting in their way,
A flowing start, a gentle hum,
Um, before the others come.
[Verse 10]
In Korean speech, so soft and kind,
The first of numbers you will find,
A gentle start, a peaceful sign,
Hana, a number so divine.
[Outro]
So many tongues, in every place,
Begin their count, a world interlaced,
From One to Uno, Un to Eins,
The start of counting intertwines.
[Instrumental]