O Pinguço

That drunkard who staggers along
Smiling and singing to fulfill his fate
He used to be the owner here in this village
Of the most beautiful mansion on the street above
But one day he found love
And everything was put in the name of his beloved
Who, when she held the documents in her hand
Prohibited his entry into that mansion

Now she's a proud and rich madam
The beautiful mansion is now hers
Thus she turned an honest and honorable man
Into the ragged drunkard of the street

Poor man lost to the wicked mistress
The valuable mansion and everything in the end
It's the reason a man turns to drink
Losing in life illusion and morality

While today he sleeps on the cold sidewalk
He who was once a good man
In a bed of silver now happily sleeps
She who was once a woman of no one