Feira de Mangaio

Rolling tobacco, pack saddle
I have to sell, who wants to buy
Corn cake, cornbread, and coconut sweet
I have to sell, who wants to buy
Peanut brittle, rosemary, cinnamon
Kid, get out of here, let me work
And Zé ran to the bird market
And became a bird flying everywhere
There was a little shop on the corner, where the mango seller would cheer up
Have a drink with roasted lamb, and look at Maria from Joá
There was a little shop on the corner, where the mango seller would cheer up
Have a drink with roasted lamb, and look at Maria from Joá
Halter and rope
I have to sell, who wants to buy
Flour, molasses, and soursop
I have to sell, who wants to buy
Lamp wick, clay pot
Boy, I'm leaving, I have to go back
To hoe my field like an ox pulling a cart
Dragging sandals don't want to take me
Because there's an accordion player on the corner, playing tunes for us to dance
There's Zefa de Purcina making lace, and the bellows never stops
Because there's an accordion player on the corner, playing tunes for us to dance
There's Zefa de Purcina making lace, and the bellows never stops