Today makes almost a year
That I won't visit
My shack there in Penha
Which makes me suffer
Even to the point of crying
To remember the happiness
Which I used to feel
The strong bond of love
which held us
Now there is nobody
Who longs for Penha
More than I, I swear there isn't
There is nobody who
Can make me lose the knack
Just the longing for the shack
But there came from Penha
Today somebody
Who brought some news
From my shack
Which was not good
Already tired of waiting
Left the place
I'm afraid
He went looking for me
Now there is nobody
Who longs for Penha
More than I, I swear there isn't
There is nobody who
Can make me lose the knack
Just the longing for my shack
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