Vou dar de beber à dor [English translation]

It was last Sunday that I passed

The house where Mariquinhas lived

But everything is so changed

I did not see anywhere

Said windows with the boards

From the floor to the ceiling

I saw nothing, nothing, nothing

That could remind me of Mariquinhas

And there is a blue glass, stuck in the place

Where the boards were

I entered what used to be the parlour, has now

A desk and a scrawny looking guy

But I did not see the quilts with the bar pattern

Not the viola, nor guitar

Nor the furtive glances from the neighbours

Time has dug its claws

Into the soul of that house

Where some times we used to snack on sardines

When on nights of guitar and partying

The Mariquinhas used to feel so happy

The windows so bright that they used to add

Flecks to the curtains of chintz

Lost all its grace because today its stained glass

With leaded beads and swirls

And passers by who enter,

Come only for the pawn shop

Delivering the usurer, a few things

So it comes to this disgrace all the grace

The house of Mariquinhas

Having done what they did to that house

Better if they should send it to its maker

For to make a pawn shop

Of what used to be a nursery of love

Is an idea that does not fit here in my

Warm recollections

And of nostalgia the flavour I will try to forget

In some ginjinhas

For drinking away the pain is the best

Mariquinhas used to say

• Artist:Ana Moura
• Album:Guarda-me a vida na mão (2003)