O que será de mim?                                                                                   O que será dessa                                                                                       paixão bandida?                                                                                         Se vai ficar assim,                                                                                 O que será de minha vida?                                                                          .                                                                                                                 Não sei se vais voltar                                                                             de vez, prá minha vida.                                                                            Mas haverei de suportar,                                                                 a dor de uma lágrima sofrida.                                                                               .                                                                                                         O que será de nós?                                                                                 O que nos reservarás a vida?                                                                      Vamos desatar o nó,                                                                              e ser feliz minha querida.