In my princess's love without sea

 

There is a long time that I wait for you 

You went you that I always chose 

Although I never met you 

But I continue to your wait here 

 

And in the river of the water of the dominated sun 

In the vegetation of the gold green 

In the margin of the greenish crag 

The clouds hover in the cottoned sky 

 

In the sandbanks white blue foams  

They challenge gray promontories 

In the lonely palm trees the mists 

They are born in the harsh crags 

 

In the tame waters he sleeps the vegetation 

In the sleepy margins the meekness 

The water is anxious and later he rests 

As navigating of the millenarian dance 

 

And the force of the wind bends the palm trees 

And the clear and dark blue water gives jumps 

And their trunks go down, mats 

In the refuge of the dictatorship of the assaults 

 

And the water pursues the power of the sand 

In the constant it struggles between earth and sea 

This will always be the sublime epic poem 

Until our love they want to decimate 

 

Branches is freed and they caress the sand 

And they arrest the inviting shadow 

And you know that there is no more full moon 

Because in this sea of petroleum you are captures 

 

And in this deserted island of the petroleum it is buried 

Another island to the native ones spoiled 

Forbidden of loving there won't be peace 

My princess was expropriated 

 

And of our moved away treasures 

Of the islands of the petroleum outlawed  

I and my princess beheaded 

In the interiors of the beautiful castles 

 

And the fight of our love is irresistible 

In the waters of the rivers still unpolluted 

Our love continues incorruptible 

40 years ago in the absolute majorities 

 

And a palm tree looks at the infinite sea 

My princess will already survive 

Already nothing else has to privatize 

And of our love he will be born rioting 

 

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The militias of our implacable destruction

 

The militias attack sly 

In the defense of the personal fortunes 

With cannons and battering rams, turbulent 

They protect the marginal foreigners 

And the salespersons of palm trees 

And their anal hair 

Forces of the order no, militias yes 

Of the flatterers type like this 

 

The pink map of Angola 

It is redrawn 

Portuguese, Chinese, Brazilian 

On the whole side 

And the Angolan people in the new life 

Desperate 

In Angola there is a lot to do 

For the foreigner well to live 

And the Angolan ones nor grass to see 

To eat 

 

The great family is of tracks 

He wanders in the direction of triturating 

Of the immense wealth, never full 

The most important is to make money 

It is feel never exhausted 

The rest - us - it is to abandon 

An infested country of safeties 

Of uniforms that hold the abundances 

 

Of Brazil the prostitution comes 

Of the business of the millions of dollars 

The general denies, he says that not 

Leaning for the palace and their pairs 

And that nobody is opposed except 

He will benefit of exemplary torments 

The slaughter of the daily life 

In this breed of people landowner 

 

They live in the hope of his arrival 

In Angola 2014 the year of the growth 

They went up the social indicators of the torpor 

The highways rehabilitated by the bribe 

The objectives of the poverty have to impose 

The Newspaper of Angola will announce virulent 

A strong business class will be born 

The Nation is strong but nothing will grow 

 

The sirens and the escorts of the local power 

And of the power of the economy of the cholera 

So much tomato to deteriorate, national 

Of the economical poverty that here lives 

They prefer to import it of Portugal 

Everything of Angola leaves 

I pay to weight of irrational gold  

In Angola it disproportionate 

 

The injustice there is a lot that it was ordained 

The fields are not cultivated 

The power already knows who bought him 

We only lived of imported products 

The epidemic of the corruption everything took 

In the intense smell to diesel oil eliminated  

In a hand the adulterated Constitution 

And in the other the sanguinary sword 

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The opposition will take slaps

The mediocrity follows the violence 

The democracy follows the wisdom 

In Rome you are Roman 

In Angola you are corrupt, brother 

 

And in the world the tugas run  

They flee, they take refuge here 

They make her easy money 

With a, with couple 

And third nationality 

They are citizens of the world 

Yes! Each one is citizen 

In this earth of the rottenness 

It is to see who is thief 

In her false profession 

And of her learned inaptness 

 

And in this island of the heartless sirens 

Where nobody knows about anything 

The money disappears for magic 

It is always who does it if it eulogizes 

 

The tugas arrive as ants

In this Eden with their nestlings 

They are for her bill and risk 

Loyal to the corruption, that tidbit 

 

Wild animal to the free for us to devour us 

The slaver sink 

He the sea of the corruption 

The ship Angola without captain 

 

Civilization of the tied hands 

And of the cut off heads 

Of located terrorists 

And other legalized terrors 

 

And the uproar is a serious torture 

He doesn't give to think with stupid people 

The peace already gave a lot of opportunities 

It was already eliminated of the priorities 

 

The duty is to work for the people 

To build the new man's homeland 

With the buried democracy 

Petroleum and money of torrent 

 

The headquarters of the petroleum is not satiated 

In this insatiable plutocracy 

It is been made of the petroleum go friend  

Everything will be well with you 

 

The opposition will take slaps 

It is one more business, taskworks 

With bars of iron executed 

Under the domain of the unknown

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