Não vou mais chorar                                                                             Quero extravasar.                                                                                   Mandar a tristeza                                                                                   Pra outro lugar.                                                                                       -                                                                                                          Porquê nós sonhamos?                                                                              Se sonhos não há.                                                                                Porquê nós partimos?                                                                           Sem antes chegar.                                                                                   -                                                                                                Na vida o que há?                                                                            Jardins tão floridos?                                                                                 Mas flores não há.                                                                                   -                                                                                                         Os ventos outeiros                                                                              Levaram as flores                                                                              Pra outro lugar.