Meu teto não tem pátria,
    Toco a vida ,nos ricões do mundo,
         Sou viajante,sem data ou destino,
                Pego da trilha,a estrada,
                      Vejo o amanhecer,
                           No colo querido,
                                De quem partiu,
                                     Sem dizer adeus,
                                           Sou águia solitária,
                                                    Onde houver,
                                                           O desejo,
                                                                De fazer e sentir,
                                                                     Minha casa,
                                                                         Imaginaria,
                                                                               Essa será……….