Memória Esquecida
Milionário e José Rico
Forgotten Memory
Oh how I want to hear country fashion again
That doesn't happen today
It even seems that sensitivity
Missing you no longer exists
It pains me to know that some artists
Who have achieved success in life
They used both the hinterland as history
And today the memory is forgotten
Oh how I want to hear it now
The sound of the viola in a good pagoda
Beautiful guaranies that make us shiver
In the sound of the magic of the accordion
Where is that real singer?
With simplicity, soul and heart
In love with nature
I sang about the beauties of this backlands of mine
How much I miss the fallen land
From the wood stove and the coffee plantation in bloom
And Siriema's sad singing
That was once the subject of love songs
Even the beautiful patchwork quilt
It was used as a coat, they no longer remember it
The mother of divine milk present
Today no one misses her
Oh how I want to hear it now
The sound of the viola in a good pagoda
Beautiful guaranies that make us shiver
In the sound of the magic of the accordion
You no longer remember the old lamp
Who was the first king of the road
I appreciate the progress I see
But backcountry is still backcountry
I appreciate the progress I see
But backcountry is still backcountry
