Maceió

Oh, oh
What longing, oh what pain
Living far from Maceió

Alagoas
Has such precious jewels
That my eyes
Never tire of looking at
One of them is you, Pajuçara
Beautiful beach set in the sea
When the moon falls asleep in the sky
Pajuçara adorns itself even more
The breeze comes to pray a prayer
Among the leaves of its coconut trees

The happy nights in the oyster bars
Good friends who cry until
How I miss Bica da Pedra
And the baths there in Catolé
Remembering these good things
I am happy, I don't feel so alone
Everyone who leaves Alagoas
Leaves their heart in Maceió