Barracão
Elizeth Cardoso
Shack
Go, shack
Hanging on the hill
And asking for help
The city at your feet
Go, shack
I hear your voice
I don't forget you for a minute
Because I know
That you are
Zinc shack
Tradition of my country
Zinc shack
Poor, unhappy
Go, shack
Hanging on the hill
And asking for help
The city
At your feet
Go, shack
I hear your voice
I don't forget you for a minute
Because I know
That you are
Zinc shack
Tradition of my country
Zinc shack
Poor, unhappy
Zinc shack
Zinc shack
