I'm going to give the pain a drink
It was last Sunday that I went
to the house where Mariquinhas lived
But everything has changed so much
That I haven't seen it anywhere side
The so-called windows that had boards
From the ground floor to the roof
I didn't see anything anything
That could remind me of Mariquinhas
And there is a broken and isolated glass
Where there were the tablets
I went in and where the room was now there is
at the secretary a guy who is naughty
And there are no bedspreads with borders
No viola or guitar
No furtive peeks from the neighbors
Time has stuck its claw
In the soul of that house
Where sometimes We snacked on sardines
When on nights of guitar and partying
Mariquinhas was happy.
The windows were so bright that they were
With chintz curtains for the chicks
They have completely lost their charm
Because today it is a window
With a tin border around it
And inside whoever passes by
Today It's time to go to the pawn shops
Give the user a few things
This misfortune has come to all the fun
From the house of Mariquinhas.
For having done with the house what they did
It would be better if they sent it to the little souls
For being a pawnshop
What was a nursery of love
is an idea that is not it fits here in mine
Memories of warmth
And the taste of the misses
That I will try to forget in a few ginjinhas
Because giving the pain something to drink is the best
I already told Mariquinhas.

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