Zita

Who's that making noise in the neighborhood Zita
Waking up the whole neighborhood on Sunday
Who gave me the opportunity, Nha Ninha
To announce in the corner, it's the little rascal!
Like a lady with fiery eyes
Two slaps on the back, he's a troublemaker

He sends to look for the village idiot
Neighbor gives his rooster a naked cat
Because the boy is a twelve-year-old
He spends the day at seven in the evening
If before Christ I hadn't thought of it
Ah master Nhonhô tells him to jump

One black man and another was a prisoner
In pronunciation he was Mandela
Starting to see the world in black and white
And even the ark from the beach to the coal
In six pencils of color and some lipstick
And the world stops being in its own

Aunt Bibinha with her prayers
Midwife with her bag of herbs let him go
She says: Remember to give me a bath
To free him from the morning sign
We better put a talisman on him
And Zita then rises from her pain

Hey, let my child sleep!