Quisera Deus que um dia                                                                             Eu escrevesse um livro.                                                                          Já plantei ate uma arvore                                                                             Só me falta um lindo filho.                                                                           .                                                                                                             Uma mulher culta,bonita                                                                             Que me entenda,que me ame.                                                                   Por amor sempre me chame                                                                   Eu a chamarei de querida.                                                                                  .                                                                                                   Árvores,pedras,ventanias!                                                                           Uma ideia,um belo livro                                                                               Uma linda família.                                                                                    .                                                                                                          Que minha mulher me abrace                                                                     E fale em meu ouvido                                                                              Meu amor que lindos filhos!