Mãe Preta
Dulce Pontes
Black Mother
Wrinkled skin, white kinky hair
Lace apron falling on the hip
Rocking the cradle of the master's child
That not long ago the mistress received
That's how the black mother used to do it
Raising all the white with great joy
But in the slave quarters her little black child was beaten
Black mother drying one more tear
Black mother, black mother
While the whip struck her love
Black mother rocked the white child of the master
