A Filha do Macumbeiro

I fell in love
with the macumbeiro's daughter
I no longer leave the curimba,
I no longer leave the terreiro

It's me who makes the smoke
and puts the cachaça for the old man to drink
I am a cambono from there
It's there that I am alabê
I got tangled in the daughter's braids
of Father Manacê

I fell in love
with the macumbeiro's daughter
I no longer leave the curimba,
I no longer leave the terreiro

Look at her,
cloth on the back and yellow guide
Oh girl, little girl,
with eyes of 'he loves me, he loves me not'
I don't know any spells
to enchant a woman
I fell in love...