Balaio

Basket, my dear, basket, madam
Basket of the heart
If the lady doesn't have a basket, madam
Put the sewing on the ground

I wished to be a basket
Wished to be a basket
To walk hanging
On your waist

I had a basket made
To store my cotton
The basket came out small
I don't want a basket, no

I wished to be a basket
In the cassava harvest
To walk hanging
On the waist of the girl

You say you don't love me
But that's not true
Who doesn't love never feels
The spurs of longing