O chicote do feitor
Autor: Peninha
O feitor com o chicote chegava
E o nego assustado tremia
Depois de um dia de trabalho
Seu pagamento o negro já sabia
Ê sinhosinho batia sorrindo
E o negro assustado chorava
Na sensala sofrendo de dor
Perguntava porque o maltratava
Oi cansado na sensala num canto
Olha então o negro chorou
Em busca de sua liberdade
Oi na mata se refugiou
Author: Peninha
The overseer arrived with the whip.
And the frightened black man trembled.
After a day's work
The black man already knew about his payment.
Hey, little master, he was hitting me, smiling.
And the frightened black man cried.
Suffering from pain in the common room
He asked why he was being mistreated.
Hi tired in the corner
Look, then the black man cried.
In search of his freedom
He took refuge in the woods.
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