Congada

```Standards, kings of Congo
Black queens in a holy name
Saint Benedict, this prayer is for the Lord

Protector of slaves
Mother of the rosary to the sound of drums, rattles, marimba, whistle, guitar, accordion

And in conflict the ambassador comes to depose the king
Princes, chieftains, nobles, guides, little Congos, secretary emerge
To compose and celebrate... And celebrate

Peace then reigns and the people stop fighting
And everyone celebrates praying and singing the faith chained to the ground

The African art of syncretism is reborn
In a week, Congada stages the rich heritage of slavery

Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey```