Zita

Zita

Zita

Who can tell me about the world, ZitaKen ki po-m na mundu txoma Zita
What happened to SundayKelotu si padás txoma Dimingu
What I got from my NinhaKi da-m nobidadi foi Nha Ninha
Is announced in the corner, it’s a big deal!Ki anunsia na kutélu é rapasinhu!
Like a gift, your little brown eyesSima si donu toi odju brazinhu
From the hood, it’s a shady businessDos koba na kexada, é malandrinhu

She sends to look for the eyes of the purgerEs manda buska odju di purgera
Neighbor of her bald roosterVizinhu da si galu katxur peladu
For the kid, it’s twelve birthsPamó mininu é ses di partu dozi
They call it the day of seven fitsTa txoma dia di séti fitisera
Before Christ, I didn’t see a starSi antis di Kristu N ka finkadu stera
Ah! Master Nhonho says to jump itA! mestre Nhonho fla-l pa salta-el

A blessed black man and another was a prisonerUm négru benzedu i otu foi prezu
In pronunciation, it was MandelaNa pronunsiason éra Mandela
Start to see the world in black and whiteKumesa t'odja mundu a pretu i branku
And the same arch of the bed is carbonI mesmu arku-da-bedja a karbon
In these colored pencils and some crayonsNa sis lápis di kor i alguns baton
And the world stops being in its ownI mundu dexa di sta na se mon

Aunt Bibinha comes with her oratoryTitia Bibinha ben ku ses orónha
Midwife with her roll of clothPartera ku se rol di padja-l xá
And says: You all remember to give me a bathE fla: Nhos korda nhos da-m pa-m da banhu
To free him from the morning’s signPa libra-l di sina di manhan
Better we go put a talisman on himMidjór nu ba ta po-l un talisman
And Zita, come on, lift your painE Zita, anton, labanta di se dor

Hey! You all let my kid sleep!E! nhos dixa-m nha fidju durmi!