Young people, I’m on earth
To measure my steps
and follow my path
I know no tiredness.
My body wants to experience
traditional things
Funana moves me deeply
Batuku rules my movements
The beat of bandera is combined
With the beat of batuku
and the steadiest tchabeta:
It’s the land, the land.
Your warm welcome
Your warm welcome fights my sleepiness
Funana needs a strong body
well-seasoned by nature
On the square,
batuku reaches its height
Backed by accordion and ferro,
Let’s clap and make it even stronger
Oh, we’re so unlucky:
They want to stop our dance.
Oh, Barretu,
You and your lady were set to go on all night.
In my valley,
We dance funana frantically.
My valley is the queen of sleepless nights
We dance until dawn there
Dishes of beans and maize cakes are plentiful
We dance to funana
In my valley...