Ensaboa
Cartola
Soap
Soap the mulatto, soap
Soap
I'm soaping
Soap the mulatto, soap
Soap
I'm soaping
I'm washing my clothes
At home they're calling me Dondon
Soap the mulatto, soap
Soap
I'm soaping
The thread that is mine, that is mine
And that is hers
Bursts the throat from crying so much
The river is dry, the sun doesn't come
Let's go back home
Calling Dondon
