O que vai ser de mim?                                                                          O que será dessa paixão bandida?                                                    Se vai voltar de vez pra minha vida                                                            São perguntas que eu faço                                                                 Para o meu coração.                                                                              O que será de nós?                                                                                     Já que apagou a chama do desejo.                                                          Não sinto mais o sabor do mel                                                                   Dos seus beijos.                                                                              -O que será do amor?                                                                             Nós éramos tão acesos                                                              Tínhamos nos lábios                                                                               O néctar dos Deuses.                                                                     Nossa pele exalava amor                                                                              Tal-qual ! O perfume das flores.