É o fim do caminho                                                                              Essa gente ainda tenta                                                                             Salvar o pouquinho                                                                              Do que restou.                                                                                         Depois se lamentam.                                                                                    Essa gente merece respeito                                                                      Cadê o governo?                                                                                    Cadê solução?                                                                                        Á água não mancha                                                                   seu teto.                                                                                                                                                                          Não suja o granito                                                                            Nem mata seus netos.                                                                               Ao povo ilhado                                                                               só resta a canção.                                                                                   São as águas de março                                                                           Aquecendo e                                                                                  acalantando                                                                                         Seus corações.