A pérola que eu tanto guardo

                                                          É pérola de porcos,

                                                          Vem do chão.

                                                          Mas eu insisto em sonhar,

                                                          Em vê-la límpida, branca brilhar

                                                          No ôco da minha mão,

                                                          No escuro das noites escuras,

                                                          Em que me ponho só

                                                          Com a minha pérola...