No Tempo do Cativeiro (part. Boca Rica)

In the time of captivity
When the master beat me
I prayed to our lady
My God, how the blow hurt

In the time of captivity
When the lord beat me
I prayed to our lady
My God, how the blow hurt

I worked in the fields
In the sugar cane in the ash
The slave was whipped
On the old wooden trunk

When I arrived in Bahia
Capoeira set me free
And even today I still remember
The orders of my master

Work, slave
Slave works

Work, slave
So as not to be beaten

Work, slave
Slave works

Work, slave
So as not to be beaten