Sand tip, end point
Of the Bahia-Mines, Antural Road
That it bound Mines to the port, to the sea
Way of iron had ordered to pull out
Old machinist with its boné
It remembers the glad people
Who came to Cortejar
Maria-fumaca Não sings more
Pras mocas, flowers, windows and yards
In the empty Praca, an shout, one ai
Equecidas houses, Viúvas in the vestibules
