Corta cana

Work black slave, cut sugar cane in the cane field
The sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, old black man
Cut sugar cane in the cane field
The sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, old black man
Cut sugar cane in the cane field

I had a father, I had a mother, I had a daughter
But I lost my whole family, freedom, and love
And nowadays I only have pain and calluses
Working to the rhythm, of the overseer's whip

The sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, old black man
Cut sugar cane in the cane field

I used to be a king, my wife was a queen
I roamed the forest freely, like an animal
But nowadays, I'm like a cornered beast
Working in chains, trapped in the cane field

The sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, old black man
Cut sugar cane in the cane field

The black soul was never enslaved, ran away as a child
Playing in the sky over there
They stole the Sun, they stole the night and my day
They just didn't steal the poetry that I carry in my singing

The sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, old black man
Cut sugar cane in the cane field

I am a warrior, I have faith and belief
Because I stand firm in the blessing, that I received from the orixás
I am strong sugar cane, I am memé caiana sugar cane
My sweetness deceives you, it's hard to bring me down

The sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, old black man
Cut sugar cane in the cane field
The old black man cuts sugar cane, sugar cane cutter, sugar cane cutter, in the cane field, old black man