No Tempo do Cativeiro
Umbanda
In the Time of Captivity
In the time of captivity
How the master used to beat me
I prayed to our lady, my God!
How the blows hurt
I worked in the fields
In the sugar cane and in the ash
I was whipped
On the old wooden trunk
When I arrived in Bahia
Capoeira set me free
And to this day I still remember
The orders of my master
Work, black man, black man work
Work, black man, so you won't get beaten
