Corta Cana pten

Trabalhá negro escravo, corta cana no canavial. O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana, nego velho, corta cana no canavial O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana, nego velho, corta cana no canavial Eu tive pai, eu tive mãe eu tive filhá, mas pérdi toda a família, a liberdade e o amor, E hoje em dia eu só tenho dor e calo, trabalhándo no embalo, do chicote do féitor. O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana, nego velho, corta cana no canavial Eu já fui Rei, a minhá mulher foi Rainhá, péla mata eu ia em dia, livre como animal, Mas hoje em dia, sóu como um bicho acuado, trabalhándo acorrentado, presó no canavial O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana, nego velho, corta cana no canavial A alma negra nunca foi escravizada, correu menina levada, brincando no céu de la, Roubaram o Sól, roubaram a noite e meu dia, só não roubaram a poesia que eu trago no meu cantar. O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana, nego velho, corta cana no canavial Eu sóu guerreiro tenho fé e tenho crenca, porque me firmo na bencão, que ganhei do orixas, Sóu cana forte, sóu membe cana caiana, minhá docura de cana, e ruim de me derrubar O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana, nego velho, corta cana no canavial

Work, black slave, cut sugarcane in the cane field. Oh cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, old man, cut sugarcane in the cane field Oh cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, old man, cut sugarcane in the cane field I had a father, I had a mother I had a daughter, but I lost all my family, freedom and love, And nowadays I only have pain and calluses, working to the rhythm of the overseer's whip. Oh cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, old man, cut sugarcane in the cane field I already was King, my wife was Queen, through the woods I used to go by day, free like an animal, But nowadays, I am like a cornered beast, working in chains, imprisoned in the cane field Oh cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, old man, cut sugarcane in the cane field The black soul was never enslaved, ran naughty girl, playing in the sky up there, They stole the Sun, they stole the night and my day, they just didn't steal the poetry that I carry in my singing. Oh cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, old man, cut sugarcane in the cane field I am a warrior, I have faith and I have belief, because I steady myself on the bênção I won from the orixás, I am strong cane, I am caiana cane member, my sweetness of cane, and it is hard to knock me down Oh cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, cut sugarcane, old man, cut sugarcane in the cane field