Sleep, sleep, little black one,
your mama's in the fields, little one.
She's going to bring quail for you
She's going to bring fresh fruit for you
She's going to bring pork for you
She's going to bring many things for you

And if the black one doesn't go to sleep,
The white devil comes and zap!
He'll eat your little foot, chica bu!
Hurry, chica bu! Sleep, sleep, little black one,
your mama's in the fields, little one.

She's working hard, working, yes,
and they don't pay her, working, yes,
working and she is coughing, working, ...
for her sweet little black one, yes,
for the little black one, yes.