Saudosa Maloca

We're going to have to leave, it's progress, progress
The subway will pass underneath
The bread falls and falls with the butter facing down
Bye, shanty town

Throw the peels over there
Throw the peels over there
Throw the peels over there, my dear

If you don't remember
Excuse me for telling
Since where is it now
This artful craft

It was an old house
A two-story mansion
It was here, sir, that I, Mato Grosso and Joca
We built our hut

But one day, we can't even remember
The men came with the tools
That the owner ordered to be torn down

Let's get all our things
And smoke in the middle of the street to enjoy the demolition
How sad we felt
Every plank that fell hurt my heart

Mato Grosso wanted to shout
But above I said
The men are right
We'll find another place

Only if we conform
When Joca said: God gives the cold according to the blanket
And today we pick up the straw from the garden grass
And to forget, we sing like this

Dearly missed hut, dear hut
Dim dim where we spend the happy days of our lives
Dearly missed hut, dear hut
Dim dim where we spend the happy days of our lives

Throw the peels over there
Throw the peels over there
Throw the peels over there, my dear

Throw the peels over there
Throw the peels over there
Throw the peels over there, my dear

Throw the peels over there
Throw the peels over there
Throw the peels over there, my dear