Saudosa Maloca
Adoniran Barbosa
Nostalgic Shack
If you don't remember
May I tell you
That here where there is now
This tall building
Was an old house, an abandoned mansion
It was here, sir
That I, Mato Grosso and Joca
Built our shack
But one day
I don't even want to remember
The men came with tools
That the owner sent to demolish
We took all our things
And went to the middle of the street to watch the demolition
The sadness I felt
Each beam that fell, hurt in my heart
Mato Grosso wanted to shout
But I said on top
The men are right, we'll find another place
We only conformed
When Joca said
God gives cold according to the blanket
And today we lie on the grass in the garden
And to forget, we sing like this
Nostalgic shack, beloved shack
Dim, dim, where we spent the happy days of our lives
Nostalgic shack, beloved shack
Dim, dim, where we spent the happy days of our lives
Nostalgic shack, beloved shack
Dim, dim, where we spent the happy days of our lives
Nostalgic shack, beloved shack
Dim, dim, where we spent the happy days of our lives
