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