Maria Moita

I was born in Bahia
From a housemaid with a foreman
My father slept in a bed
My mother on the floor
My father would just say, come here
My mother would say yes, without speaking
A woman who talks too much quickly loses her love
God made man first
Woman was born later
That's why a woman
Always works for both
Man just arrived, he's hungry
The woman has to look after the man
Whether lying down or standing up, a woman has to work
The rich wake up late, already starting to grumble
The poor wake up early, already starting to work
I'll ask my Babalorixá
To say a prayer to Xangô
To put to work people who have never worked