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Candombe
The negroes dance, dance, dance,
before the blazing fire.
Tum-cutum, tum-cutum,
before the blazing fire.
Under the coconut, next to the waves,
teeth ferocious with lust,
bodies of mud and molasses,
hanging breasts, steaming armpits,
and dark-gleaming eyes
that the deep gong dazzles.
The blacks are dancing in the night
before the blazing fire.
Tum-cutum, tum-cutum,
before the blazing fire.
Who is the strongest hunter?
Who is the maiden most fine?
Where does the fiercest crocodile sleep?
What magic spell has killed Babissa?
The sweating blacks are dancing
before the blazing fire.
Tum-cutum, tum-cutum,
in the solitude of the island.
The moon is a silver tortoise
swimming in the tranquil night.
Which of the daring fishermen
will catch it in his net?
Sokola, Babiro, Bombassa,
Yombofré, Bulón, or Babissa?
Tum-cutum, tum-cutum,
before the blazing fire.
Look at the moon, the silver fish,
the malignant old tortoise,
pouring his sap in the waters of night -
a juice that enchants you and puts you to sleep...
Catch the moon, catch the moon
on a fish-hook, bring it prisoner.
The blacks are dancing in the night
before the blazing fire.
Tum-cutum, tum-cutum,
before the blazing fire.
We possess the dingo's tooth,
Great Grandfather of Great Babissa;
we possess the dingo's tooth
and the toenail of a newt...
they have power against all evil,
against all evil they immunize us.
We possess the dingo's tooth
and the toenail of a newt.
Manasa, Cumbalo, Bilongo,
fish for that rotten moon
whose stinking yellow eye
poisons the night for us.
Fish for the moon, fish for the moon,
the pallid monster who puts a spell
on our hunting and on our women
in the solitude of the island.
Tum-cutum, tum-cutum,
before the blazing fire.
Come, brave negroes of the palm groves,
come, Babissa is waiting for you,
the Great King of Caiman and Coconut.
Tum-cutum, tum-cutum,
before the blazing fire.