Memórias do Café Nice

Oh, how I miss it
Oh, how I miss it
The chit-chat of he said, she said
There at Café Nice, oh, how I miss it

Oh, how I miss it
Oh, how I miss it
The chit-chat of he said, she said
There at Café Nice, oh, how I miss it

Cadillac would arrive with Chico Alves
Eager to join the samba
Ismael only wanted bread with butter
Forget his woman, to stay there

And I would stay up all night at the samba
Café Nice was a piece of heaven
In one corner, João de Barro would drum
Lamartini, Pixinguinha, Almirante, and Noel

Oh, how I miss it
Oh, how I miss it
The chit-chat of he said, she said
There at Café Nice, oh, how I miss it

Oh, how I miss it
Oh, how I miss it
The chit-chat of he said, she said
There at Café Nice, oh, how I miss it

Caymmi without a belly and without locks
Showing the flesh and what the Bahian woman has
Ari Barroso on the piano, complaining
That Donga made a samba that belongs to no one
And Metralha would stay up all night
Café Nice would dawn in celebration
Cartola tuning his guitar
What a shame that now all that remains is the longing

Oh, how I miss it
Oh, how I miss it
The chit-chat of he said, she said
There at Café Nice, oh, how I miss it

Oh, how I miss it
Oh, how I miss it
The chit-chat of he said, she said
There at Café Nice, oh, how I miss it