Odete

Odete listen to my lament
Lament of a wounded heart
Attend to your poor serenader
Come back to the yard
Join your people
Don't listen to your heart, it lies

Up on the hill of mangueira
When the Sun goes hiding, the girls
Start coming out Looking for the drumming
And the night is approaching and the Moon is rising
So many people go up, only you don't come up Odete