O meu é teu
Mine he is yours. Yours it is mine
e ours is ours when I can
to say that a tooth in grew them
gnawing the evil until the o bone.
Yours he is ours. Ours he is yours.
Ours it is mine. Mine he is ours,
e everything more than happened
it is an almond without caroço.
They say that I am. They say that I make,
that I have arms and pescoco
- that it is of the head that I speak brazenly,
what is of the poems that I do not hear?
Mine he is yours. Yours it is mine,
e ours, ours when I can
to look at of front for the sky
e without seeing to galgar the irrigation ditch.
But you you are and I am I
I do not see the deep one to our well,
mine it is mine gives to me what he is yours
later we will see what he is ours.