The rain already arrived in Benguela
It will rain in Huambo
the children will play
a lot of times in the lakes of the rain
The children will be seafaring
and to navigate at the lakes without life
They don't leave wheat to sow
the fields are cultivated
weapons in them will plant
The problem of the hunger is resolved
they will eliminate us, they won't have expenses
to support us
There is time to shoot, to kill.
My despair of living is close
he is to delay, I know that will arrive
then I free myself
We were born desperate, we grew chained
we wanted to jump over mountains
When a simple hill human
if it turns an insurmountable obstacle
We let to win us, to obey
the any command voice
And obedient we won't expire
we will never triumph
Pic: Angola em fotos
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