A Capela
Quanta saudade
Sinto da nossa casinha
Bem pertinho da pracinha
Da matriz la do lugar
Ainda criança eu vibrava de alegria
Ouvindo a melodia
Dos sinos ha tocar
Quanta saudade
Das fogueiras de São João
Dos arvoredos
Enfeitados de balão
Daquela gente
Com pés no chão
Feliz rezando
A bandinha ia tocando
No final da procissão
E aos domingos
Levantava bem cedinho
Vestia meu terninho
E corria pra capela
Rezava apenas uma ave maria
Porque o que eu queria
Era ficar pertinho dela
Quanta saudade
Das gangorras de cipó
Quando escondia
os chinelos da vovó
Da escolinha 9,8,16
Ai meu Deus que bom seria
Ser criança outra vez
A Cappella
How much I miss
I feel from our little house
Right next to the little square
From the church in the place
Still a child, I vibrated with joy
Listening to the melody
Of the bells ringing
How much I miss
The bonfires of Saint John
The groves
Adorned with balloons
That people
With their feet on the ground
Happily praying
The little band was playing
At the end of the procession
And on Sundays
I would wake up very early
Put on my little suit
And run to the chapel
I would pray just one Hail Mary
Because what I wanted
Was to stay close to her
How much I miss
The vine swings
When I hid
Grandma's slippers
From the little school 9, 8, 16
Oh my God, how good it would be
To be a child again