Balaio

I wanted to be a basket, a basket I wanted to be
To walk hanging on your waist

My darling basket, basket ma'am
Basket of the heart
Lady who doesn't have a basket, ma'am
Puts the sewing on the ground

I wanted to be a basket in the cassava harvest
To walk hanging on the waist of the girls

My darling basket, basket ma'am
Basket of the heart
Lady who doesn't have a basket, ma'am
Puts the sewing on the ground

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