Fiesta de San Benito

Where is my black woman dancing
With the tundiki skirts, dancing

Where has my black woman gone
Carrying her little one, dancing

Black woman, samba, even if mischievous
Always moving forward

There's a parrot with its little monkey
It's a gift from Saint Benito
For the party of the little black ones

An old man with his horse
They are sleeping in their cabin

We're leaving, we're leaving singing
We're leaving, we're leaving dancing
With the tundiki skirts singing
With the tundiki skirts dancing