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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