Canção do Africano
Nação Karirí
African's Song
There in the damp slave quarters
Sitting in the narrow room
Next to the brazier, on the floor
The slave sings his song
And as he sings tears run down
Longing for his homeland
On one side, a black female slave
Fixes her eyes on her child
Whom she holds in her arms to rock
And in a soft voice she responds
To the song, hiding the little one
Perhaps, so as not to hear
My land is far away
From where the Sun comes
This land is more beautiful
But I love the other one
The Sun sets everything on fire there
Turns all the sand into embers
No one knows how beautiful it is
To see the evening meal!
Those lands so vast
As long as the sea
With their few palm trees
Make you want to think
There everyone lives happily
Everyone dances in the yard
People there are not sold
Like here, only for money
The slave fell silent
Because in the damp room
The fire was dying out
And the female slave finished her song
So as not to wake up to the crying
Of her dreaming child!
The slave then went to bed
For he had to get up
Long before the Sun rose
And if he delayed, poor thing
He would have to be beaten
For just being a slave
My land is far away
From where the Sun comes
This land is more beautiful
But I love the other one!
The Sun sets everything on fire there
Turns all the sand into embers
No one knows how beautiful it is
To see the evening meal!
Those lands so vast
As long as the sea
With their few palm trees
Make you want to think
There everyone lives happily
Everyone dances in the yard
People there are not sold
Like here, only for money
