Sem Deus, Com a Família

Poor people's shoes are clogs
Life has no solution
The rich man's home is a palace
And the poor man's house is a shack

Whoever is poor always suffers
Always working
But I only suffer during the day
At night, I live to samba

The white man's wife is his wife
And the black man's wife is a woman
But my wife is only mine
I don't know if the white man's wife is just his

Black people live in torment
Barely has time to pray
But black is more than white
For the water mother Yemanja

The owner's land is his alone
Nobody can command there
But if I don't pick up the hoe
There is no one to plant

I sow and treat the corn
And the harvest is his
But the day of equality
Is coming, sir