Saudosa Maloca

If you don't remember
May I tell you
That here where it now stands
This tall building
Was an old house, a two-story mansion

It was here, sir
That I, Mato Grosso, and Joca
Built our shack

But one day
We couldn't even remember
The men came with tools
And the owner ordered it to be demolished

We took all our things
And went to the middle of the street to watch the demolition
The sadness we felt
Each beam that fell
Pained our hearts

Mato Grosso wanted to shout
But I said on top
The men are right
We'll find another place

We only accepted it
When Joca said
God gives cold according to the blanket

And today we pick up the straw
In the garden grass
And to forget we sing like this

Nostalgic shack, beloved shack
Where we spent happy days of our lives

Nostalgic shack, beloved shack
Where we spent happy days of our lives