Mmató, Mmató, are you still in the pool?
Get out of there and dance to the sokochá
The one with the unusual feet
was a monkey who slept in the hut
And monkeys are not afraid of darkness.
Mmató Mmató had two ears,
The monkey tore one away with one grab
And then invited her to dance the mohaté.
Who guides us in this life? Our spirit protects us.
If the spirit never dances
let it dance in the lap of Bolá Bokono.
In the lap of Bolá Bokono
And in the lap of Bolá Alehé,
there is the spoiled child
I have one cheek that doesn't have all the marks.
Come and we'll make them right away,
Because he who guides us is the woodcutter's son.