Chico Paraue

Chico paraue, raue
Chico paraue, rauá
Chico paraue, raue
Pararaue, raue
Pararaue, rauá

The pain of a slave mother
Seeing her son drift away
Sold to a farm
As if he were some kind of animal

Chico paraue, raue
Chico paraue, rauá
Chico paraue, raue
Pararaue, raue
Pararaue, rauá

The father's pain was stronger
He could do nothing
But kneel on the ground
And ask God to die

Chico paraue, raue
Chico paraue, rauá
Chico paraue, raue
Pararaue, raue
Pararaue, rauá

The water we drank
Ran right by
Ration was the only food
Coconut straw, bed to sleep

Chico paraue, raue
Chico paraue, rauá
Chico paraue, raue
Pararaue, raue
Pararaue, rauá