Cleta Dominga

Outside her cabin
Almost at dawn
A little black girl
Had the whim to see
To see shining in the sky
The tropical moon
That mother-of-pearl moon
Round maraca
That comes out of the sea

The little black girl Cleta Dominga
Curucutí, curucutá
Wants to see the moon rise
Curucutí, curucutá
But the sky was cloudy
Curucutí, curucutá
It torments me to see you crying
Don't cry, black girl, it will come out
It torments me to see you tearful
Hey lovely, don't cry anymore!

And as if in the mouth of a wolf
The darkness closed in
Without a single light in the clouds
Not even a tug
But the little black girl waited
She did nothing but wait
For that silver moon
That comes out trembling
Wet from the sea

The little black girl Cleta Dominga
Curucutí, curucutá
Wants to see the moon rise
Curucutí, curucutá
But the sky was cloudy
Curucutí, curucutá
It torments me to see you crying
Don't cry, black girl, it will come out
It torments me to see you tearful
Hey lovely, don't cry anymore!