In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

sexta-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2015

This petroleum is our sea of whips that whips us


In this stoned sea of hypocrisy 
Where reigns dissolute gentlemen 
He sits down the smell of the paralysis 
And of the rottenness of the corrupt ones 
The legitimate swindlers of Portugal 
They come for such Angola and which  
To burst the business fabric 
They don't pay wages, that is legal 
Angola and the Angolan ones come to help 
And any one can emigrate 
He becomes like this easier to plunder 
Maidservants and dressmakers to work  
They come with the macabre plan 
Of enslaving the Angolan 
If he gives to tolerate one more year 
That is easy for who is gypsy 
He makes your work mwangolé, he does  
because near the end of the month  
wage? kumbu?, won't you see him 
The old, abandoned combatants 
Stateless persons in the foreigners' homeland 
They perish for you unconscious 
It remains them surviving as bandits 
Until there is discrimination in the obituaries 
You of the petroleum are the Nation 
The foreigners live, they have wages 
And the Angolan monkeys? NO!  
The ones that think that they dominate us 
For more how long? One days? 
Implacable our lives mourn 
As in the dark melodies 
Even in the streets they oppress surviving 
They want a colonial Luanda 
Already nobody more he can sell 
In this celestial Portuguese Luanda 
Each tuga at random that here sees the mirage 
It is one more job than it diverts us 
The poverty is exported in this mining 
In this Angola where everything is purloined 
It is the effective colonial dream 
Again in present Angola 
In that inglorious people's soul 
The vile depressing cooperation 

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