U-Maracá

Come from there
The ship of the afflicted, mandinga multiplication
The black man from the slave quarters stepping on the pestle
In the sugarcane pulp, a prayer
For Oxalá, hey, hey, hey
I'm a street boy waiting for the signal
to drum

It's to follow again
The mystery of a Zabumbumbá
It's the drum's beat, it's the rhythm
It's a procession
Whoever wants to deserve
Has already waited for their place, hey, hey, a
I'm a street boy waiting for the signal

Orunmilá
Baticumba my ox
Baticumba my ox
U-maracá baticum of the drum

Hey, hey, hey, drummer
Hey, hey, hey, Timbalada
Read, read, read, drummer
Read, read, read, Timbalada