Woman – Open veins of a fight

A great fearless woman of cocal,

Hold the club tight against coconut and axe,

And he goes with the force of the woman who breaks,

Sitting on the floor, she doesn't even know that today is her day.

The breaker does not refuse during the long fight,

In the middle of the capoeirão she has a straw house,

She forgets the pains and all the problems of everyday life,

She hits with the club and wins with joy.

In a constant struggle, this babassu coconut ballerina,

She collects the hard seeds that fall from the top of the palm tree,

She is the sower woman of the Maranhão hinterland,

From the oil she makes soap, a handicraft that is beautiful.

A woman of race and a lot of courage,

She turns the straws into cots and hats,

Alone, she is the chef and sends fire without a breeze,

And in the evening she weeds the weeds in the rocinha.

Harvesting green beans and okra,

Carrying the cup with the almonds on her back,

Stop by Mundin's shop in another village,

Exchange for rice twelve kilos of broken coconut.

A woman of race and a lot of courage,

Crouched between the great fortress of the coconut,

Sole means of all your survival,

Doesn't she know that the broken coconut,

It even serves as fuel for aviation.

Another day passes in the middle of the hinterland,

The great woman resists inside the cocal,

Hold the club tight against coconut and axe,

And he goes with the force of the woman who breaks,

Sitting on the floor, she doesn't even know that today is her day.