Maria Moita

I was born in Bahia
From a housemaid and overseer
My father slept in a bed
My mother, on the floor

My father would just say: Come here
My mother would say yes, without speaking
A woman who talks too much quickly loses her love

God made man first
Woman was born afterwards
And that's why a woman
Always works for both

The man just arrived, he's hungry
The woman has to look after the man
Whether lying down or standing up
A woman has to work

The rich wake up late
Already starting to grumble
The poor wake up early
And already start working

I'll ask my Babalorixá
To say a prayer to Xangô
To put to work
People who have never worked

To put to work
People who have never worked
To put to work
People who have never worked
To put to work
People who have never worked
To put to work
People who have never worked
To put to work
People who have never worked
To put to work
People who have never worked, wow, wow