Saint Paul Hymn (Brazil) (01)

  

In her geography 

She makes her poetry 

 

She walked through the sidewalk 

And in the walk she was enchanted 

And in the glance it bewitched 

In her camera she photographed 

 

Possessed of life she walked 

She frees nobody tied her 

She felt that the destiny she loved 

And she knew that a hymn praised 

 

In the flora of the Atlantic she kept 

The geography that a lot studied 

A lot, a lot for beyond looked 

And secret in the shells shot 

 

In the sun of the sand it jumped 

It is seduced solemnly was 

The water came and it went left him 

A conspiracy prepared 

 

Always alert if it didn't tire 

For besides the infinite it traveled 

In the human jungle sat down 

The drama of the paradise captured 

 

A strong wave played 

In her body it hopped 

The mute foam if it approximated 

The sun of the end of the day waited for her 

She calmed her 

 

The ash gray water of the yellow sun 

Saddened, no, it praised the beautiful 

The vegetation of the margin hid 

For the marvel of a new day 

 

As a camera the sun photographed 

The waves that were mirrored 

In the sky they gathered 

The divine nature painted 

 

How to create a dream and in him to live 

In a palm tree a wave to beat 

And in her house of the sea to go to bed 

And to leave the sand to be slippery 

 

In the dawn of a new day 

Forgetting the previous nostalgia 

A deep hope she invaded 

Oh! As it is difficult to feel happiness 

 

In her geography 

She makes her poetry 

 

  

It has been seven years that the death took you

  

And wonderful memories left 

Mother's love forever it was 

The affection of your love to delight 

 

For there of the sea see mountains loaded of dense thick fog topped by dark and threatening clouds that you don't let to hug me you. 

I am in the margin sat down at the summit of a high rock contemplating you under agitating shipwrecked of two palm trees. 

I extend my hands to caress you but the dense thick fog doesn't dare to leave me. 

For there of those mountains where you are, the death is the memory of the eternal solitude. You, my mother, you rest in my eternal heart. 

 

My mother that the time took 

Your love never again hugged me 

Here is my love that I give you 

In this misfortune that dragged me 

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It has been ten years that you waived me good-bye

  

And you chose the eternal home for in her to live, and of there you never leave. As if it was the end of the world where is arrived and he never again breaks.  

There are a departure and a farewell. 

In that eternal rest your memory rests. 

I desire a lot for the pieces of advice that you gave me because the human wild animal pursue me and the justice is invisible to defend, and I don't know as it protects me.  

The life is as an enclosed island of dangerous sharks everywhere. 

For many years when you were alive didn't get to hug you because the family that I constituted and the effective political system consumed me, they destroyed me the resources and the soul. In the poverty that they left me, they forced, still mourning for of her to free me. But who lives with the illiteracy the slavocrats appear of everyone and the tremendous fight to leave the cliff of the poverty becomes difficult, because the poverty is the empire of the building of the corruption. It was never spoiled with such easiness and impunity. 

 

Father, where you are receives my hug 

Oh! As they are abundant the longings of your lap 

Desire to flee, to fly of this space 

And to return for the shelter of the family, for her bow

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Nightmares of the nights of the tortures

 

The owners of the earth live in foils 

Because the owners of the crude oil are magnates 

Republic of the tortures of Luanda 

It is like this that in her walks her 

We are a population of detainees 

As animals for discount pursued 

And with the money of the crude oil 

They are anointed in the saint oil 

Foils of zinc for modern houses 

For the well-being of the populations 

The project of the new life of the foils of zinc 

And that they come more five  

Rui Machete apologized to the corruption 

Angola and Portugal don't have another solution 

The journalists have to be Leninist 

The one that are not are him in the lists 

And the specialty committees  

In the manifestation of the brutality 

They use the weapons and knots the pens 

The intelligence walks them of crutches 

Many Chinese/ Portuguese 

Of this people for nothing is not waited 

Glory to our immortal king 

And Rui Machete from Portugal 

Democratic Angola without manifestations 

They are prohibited as in other nations 

Loosen them the militias 

And the dogs police 

Sold to the Portuguese and Chinese that we have 

Without them that we will do? 

Chinese export us the pollution 

The Portuguese of the submission 

Of the destruction  

The opposition is been doesn't do manifestation  

That is unconditional surrender 

 

El-king D. Sebastião 

He "fled of Fortress-Quibir 

El King D. Sebastião 

He got lost in a maze 

With her real horse 

 

Gypsies came from a distance 

Ignored armed of scythes 

Trying to deceive the people 

They affirmed be them 

El King D. Sebastião 

And that it returned again" 

In José Cid. El-king D. Sebastião's Legend 

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Crude oil slavery and corruption

 

 

Who dares to denounce murders 

It is concisely for the tyranny judged 

As the vulgar born criminals 

Where in the tyranny the innocent is condemned 

 

It is there went to the purchases the sister Isabel 

Very easily she bought Portugal  

Little it lacks her for the Nobel prize

With the promiscuity of the state bottom 

 

Wow! This unsustainable hypocrisy 

That he doesn't reveal us anything of positive 

40 years of slavery night and day 

Everything is celebrated that is negative 

 

Imagine to poke a furious dog 

It is that, it is going like this the Angolan politics 

Pursued by the dark crude oil 

Again under he listens in the streets to the civilian 

 

And of them and of their politics I blocked myself 

There I found false terrible friendships 

Frightened, spurred of them I stood back 

Of the lost time of their trivialities 

 

Politicians escape from the national interest 

They act exclusive in the personal interest 

Blessed for the power of only one person 

To can and such disproportionate wealth 

 

In her crude oil always winners 

And we in the hope always expired 

In this homeland of our salespersons 

In the unconstitutional baton soiled 

 

It is prohibited to hear radios and to read newspapers 

For the crude oil they are all and all state 

Information of the national monarchies  

Of the belligerent irrational instincts 

 

Rice and Chinese spaghetti 

Unpalatable they are sold in Kero 

That more will have of so much vileness 

More subjection to this doesn't want 

 

The political disaster is consummated 

And in the traffic bottled very much 

The police take the escorted boss 

Under the power of the counted time 

 

While if it invests in the corruption 

And in the uniforms we won't have education 

Angola buried her in the betrayal 

And of her he won't not resurrect 

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