Candombe Mulato

Black with white features
White with black features
Never want to hide
What comes from within

In the depths of the blood
You carry two bloods beating
Never want to extinguish
The drum of the ancestors

Cha, cha, mulatto
Cha, cha, mulatto
Cha, cha, mulatto come that hand
That makes chas, chas, on the drum

Mix of black and white
Mix of white and black
Let's go, let's go once
To the drum of the dark-skinned

Dance, dance, but think
That life is not a game
Nor giving in to the zamba, are
With money or without money

Cha, cha, mulatto
Cha, cha, mulatto
Cha, cha, mulatto come that hand
That makes chas, chas, on the drum

Life is not mulatto
A matter of blood or hair
That man thinks better
With a full stomach

Dance, dance but think
That you must use your brain
So that the men of the whole world
Think better