Saudosa Maloca
Os Originais do Samba
Nostalgic Shack
Toss the peels over there
Toss the peels over there
Toss the peels over, my love
If the boss ain't remembering
Excuse me for telling
Since where now stands
This hard structure
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 the tools
The owner ordered to tear down
We grabbed all our things
And went to the middle of the street
To watch the demolition
The sadness we felt
With every beam that fell
It hurt in the heart
Mato Grosso wanted to scream
But I said on top
The men are right
We'll find another place
We only consoled ourselves
When Joca said
God gives cold according to the blanket
And today we gather 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
Toss the peels over there
Toss the peels over there
Toss the peels over there, my love
Toss the peels over there
Toss the peels over there
Toss the peels over there, my love
Toss the peels over there
Toss the peels over there
Toss the peels over there, my love
