No Pagode do Vavá

Sunday, over at Vavá's place
There was a wild party
You can't even imagine
I tasted Vicentina's famous beans
Only those from Portela know
That it's something divine

There were folks from everywhere
At Vavá's party

People kicked off their shoes, feeling free
Eating with their hands
A tasty drink they called
Sweet Illusion

I saw a lot of beautiful ladies
Making the guys forget themselves
But despite the jealousy
No woman left without her man

A whistle like a bullet
Cut through the air and no one got hurt
A lot of hustlers ran
When Elton Medeiros showed up

My people, don’t rush
There’s no reason to hurry
It was a guy who scored 13 points
And went crazy with so much joy