Chinese is picked in the act
crime
He is not afflicted
He shows the suitcase paste
of the dollars of the code
To the mwangolé beggar
The Portuguese has a false
work visa
He shows to the simpleton
The suitcase full of the
dollars of the corruption
The mwangolé doesn't have
option
Chinese fishes in the
illegal high sea
No there is legal
The suitcase of the dollars
display
And he has good answer
In the taverns they leave
destroyed eggs
Properly legalized
Of the paste they leave some
notes
For the stupid
mwangolés
The bad examples come from
top
But that pity
One more open suitcase
In the nation that doesn't
wake up
This is easy is only to make
money
In the suitcases to
swim
No longer there is law in
this earth
In a State of permanent war
At night it seems the
martial law
So impartial
So silent so dismal
So unhealthy
The law of the jungle there
is a lot that it exists
It is so sad
Lawless it is not possible
to govern
The Power has to
alternate
The law of the cork insists
on being in force
The paste of the alimentary
dollars
To the people it only
remains the hope
Of an effective
leadership
Any one does what wants
Angola is of rent
He opens the suitcase and it
rains money
The mwangolé says that he is
partner
To continue there won't be
like this cure
That it satiates such
conjuncture
In a depraved State
In
the corruption consolidated
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