Saudosa Maloca

Nostalgic Shack

If you don’t remember,
Let me tell you a tale.
Right there, where it’s now,
This fancy place stands tall,
Used to be an old house,
And a two-story palace...

It was there, my friend,
That I, Mato Grosso,
And Joca,
Built our shack...

But one day,
We couldn’t even
Remember it all.
The men came
With their tools,
The owner ordered
To tear it down...

We took all our stuff
And went out to the street,
Watching the demolition,
What a sadness
We felt,
Each board that fell
Ached in our hearts...

Mato Grosso wanted to shout,
But I said,
The guys are right,
We’ll find another place...

We only found peace
When Joca said,
"God gives the cold
According to the blanket."
And today we grab the sticks
From the grass in the garden,
And to forget,
We sing like this...

Nostalgic shack,
Beloved shack,
Where we spent
Happy days of our lives...(2x)