Saudosa Maloca [English translation]

Since you don't remember, mister

Excuse me so i can tell you

Here where now lies

This tall building

There was an old house

A two-storeys little palace

It was here, mister

Where myself, Mato Grosso and Joca

Built our shed

But, onde day

It pains just to remember

Some men came with tools

The owner told them to take it down

We grabbed all our things

And went to the middle of the street

To appreciate the demolition

Such a sadness we felt

Every plank that fell

Hurt in the heart

Mato Grosso wanted to yell

But i promptly said:

The men are in their right

We will find another place

We only accepted that when Joca said:

"God gives the cold according to the blanket"

Today we pick straws from the garden's grass

And to forget it we sing like this:

Nostalgic shed, dear shed

Where we spent happy days in our lives

Nostalgic shed, dear shed

Where we spent happy days in our lives