No Tempo do Cativeiro

In the time of captivity
When you beat me
I prayed to Our Lady, my God!
How the blows hurt

I worked in the fields
In sugar and sisal
Black guy was whipped
In the old wooden trunk
When I arrived in Bahia
Capoeira freed me
And to this day I still remember
From my lord's orders

Work black, black works
Work black so you don't get beaten up