O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana
Corta cana no canavial
O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana
Corta cana no canavial
Eu tive pai, eu tive mãe eu tive filha
mas perdi toda a família, a liberdade e o amor
E hoje em dia eu só tenho dor e calo
trabalhando no embalo, do chicote do feitor
O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana
Corta cana no canavial
O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana
Corta cana no canavial
Eu já fui Rei, e minha mulher foi Raínha
pela mata eu ia e vinha, livre como animal
Mas hoje em dia, sou como um bicho acuado
trabalhando acorrentado, preso no canavial
O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana
Corta cana no canavial
O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana
Corta cana no canavial
A alma negra nunca foi escravizada
correu menina levada, brincando no céu de la
Roubaram o sol, roubaram a noite e meu dia
só não roubaram a poesia que eu trago no meu cantar
O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana
Corta cana no canavial
O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana
Corta cana no canavial
Eu sou guerreiro tenho fé e tenho crenca
porque me firmo na bencão, que ganhei dos orixas
Sou cana forte, sou membe cana caiana
minha docura de cana, é ruim de me derrubar
O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana,
Corta cana no canavial
O corta cana, corta cana, corta cana,
Corta cana no canavial
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
I had a father, I had a mother, I had a child,
but I lost my whole family, my freedom and my love
Nowadays I only have pain and callus,
working in the squad, to the whip of the supervisor
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
I used to be a king, my wife used to be queen,
going in and out of the woods, free as an animal
But nowadays I’m like a cornered animal,
working in chains, captured in the sugarcane field
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
The soul of the black man has never been enslaved,
the naughty girl went off, playing there in the sky
They robbed the sun, they robbed the night and my day,
they just didn’t rob the poetry that I carry forth in my singing
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
I am a warrior I have faith and belief,
because I have a firm blessing, obtained from the gods
I am a strong cane, a caiana cane,
the sweetness of my cane, it’s hard to knock me down
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
Cutting cane, cutting cane, cutting cane,
Cutting cane in the sugarcane field
This song can be found on the CD “Roda à Beiramar” – by Itapuã Beiramar and Ruan de Vargas (available at dundak.com)