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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