Neudes de Lucen

                       
                                                               
                                                            Meu amor, 
                                                     espante a tristeza.
                                                Sai desse canto morto.
                                                                Vem.
                                                   Vamos sair, por ai,
                                              curtir as delícias da vida.
                                                               Vem.
                                                Vamos correr na praia;
                                                           rolar, rolar
                                                    na arreia quente;
                                            amar ao embalo das ondas,
                                                     até o fim do dia.

                                                           E à noite,
                                                       vamos juntos, 
                                                     contar estrelas,
                                                  até o sono chegar,
                                              trazendo novas ilusões
                                                       e fantasias,
                                               na brisa, vinda do mar