Romance da Tafona

(Maria, black flower
Pacácio the black in the flower
They courted for months
For a night of love)

In the abandoned tafona that rotted around
Pacácio made the bed and waited eagerly
He made a mattress from the hide, a pillow from the loin
Made a sheet from the skin, made a brazier from the hearth

The afternoon died with rain
More drizzle than downpour
Maria emerged in the shadow
Full of a mischievous fear

[The black woman burned with love
Just like the black man waiting
They set fire with love
To the tafona, once a ruin]

The night spat out a lightning bolt that ran through the wire fence
Burning the weave and the posts at the time of this betrothal
And the strong arm of the black man, between rough and gentle
Protected black Maria from the shock of this command