Badiu si... [English translation]

I went to see my friend, the gossip

To ask for her advice

Since my husband left us and moved to Praia

Libóriu, you’ve got some nerve

Taking the cow

That we worked so hard to raise

Since Gregory was born!

We’ve got to earn our bread,

Our daily bread

Every day I’m up at dawn

And as I bemoan my fate

I pray to God

To guide me in my struggle to survive

Then I tie my skirt around my hips,

Put my son on my back,

My bundle on my head,

And go out to try and make a living.

There’s no more milk for my corn meal

Or my pancakes, so dry my kids don’t want to eat them

No more chickens in my henhouse

No more eggs for me to use

We’ve got to earn our bread,

Our daily bread

• Artist:Mayra Andrade
• Album:Stória, Stória... (2009)