Acabou a Miséria

It was pure luck
At the Sunday Pagode
I came face to face with a foreigner
Villegaignon the Frenchman
Who was enchanted by my music
And asked for an encore
Moved, he promised to promote me in Paris

My pagode became a hit all over France
Boosting the confidence Villegaignon had in me
But the surprise was in my shack
On the bed, the Frenchman's telegram saying

How are you my friend
Look for the money sir
The truth is, the misery is over

It was pure luck
At Arlindo's Pagode (Arlindo Cruz)
I came face to face with a foreigner
Villegaignon the Frenchman
Who was enchanted by my music
And asked for an encore
Moved, he promised to promote me in Paris