Composer: Ary Lobo
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Ta chegando o tempo quente
Toda a roça vai secar
Vem os dias da colheita
Nego tem que trabalhar
Na colheita que passou
O nego não agüentou
Não pediu pra seu senhor
E sentou pra descansar
Senhor branco não gostou
Mandou negro pro feitor
E no tronco ele amarrou
E mandou a chibatar
Sou eu, preto velho acabado
Com o pé todo rachado
De pisar neste chão
Já passei quatro luas
Na senzala amarrado
Muito foi castigado
Não sirvo mais pro leilão
Não, nunca fui um negro malcriado
Tenho sempre que trabalhar calado
Nunca fiz maldade a ninguém
Ta chegando o tempo quente
É o medo que o negro tem
Translation
The hot season is coming
The whole field will dry up
The days of harvest are coming
The black man has to work
In the harvest that passed
The black man couldn't take it
He didn't ask his master
And sat down to rest
The white master didn't like it
He sent the black man to the overseer
And tied him to the trunk
And ordered him to be whipped
It's me, an old, worn-out black man
With my feet all cracked
From stepping on this ground
I've already spent four moons
Tied up in the slave quarters
I was punished a lot
I'm no longer good for auction
No, I've never been a rude black man
I always have to work silently
I've never done harm to anyone
The hot season is coming
It's the fear that the black man has
