Balaio

I wanted to be a basket
Basket I wanted to be
To walk hanging
On your waist

I wanted to be a basket
In the cassava harvest
To walk hanging
On the waist of the girls

I had a basket made
To store my cotton
The basket came out small
I don't want a basket

Basket, my dear, basket
Lady
Basket of the heart
Girl who doesn't have a basket
Lady
Puts the sewing on the ground