Barracão de Zinco

Go on, tin shack
Hanging on the hill
And calling for help
With the city at your feet

Go on, tin shack
I hear your voice
I won't forget you for a minute
'Cause I know who you are

Tin shack
Tradition of my country
Tin shack
Poor and unhappy

Go on, tin shack
Hanging on the hill
And calling for help
With the city at your feet

Go on, tin shack
I hear your voice
I won't forget you for a minute
'Cause I know who you are

Tin shack
Tradition of my country
Tin shack
Poor and unhappy