Lei Áurea

They sleep like animals in prison, wake up early to work
It was with the sickle and the axe, with the machete in the sugarcane fields
Fourteen hours a day, and unable to complain
The black man would fall tired, soon to be whipped
And he would shout

Don't beat me anymore
Don't beat me anymore
Don't beat me anymore, overseer
For I will rise

In 1888 the Golden Law, signed by Isabel
The black man was thrown on the street, this law was useless
Missing the homeland, with a heavy heart
The black man no longer gets beaten, but remains in
slavery

Liberation, liberation, liberation
Look at the black man, liberation.