WHERE WAS BORN AND WE WANDERED!!!
We were born at the imperfect island and without sand
Created by the time and fed by the wind
We met the rivers and the gods,
We met the reason the opposite and other or else;
We lost the glory and the human value
We lost the honor... monsters á flows,
Inhospitable Guiões of those fabled mistakes (…)
We discovered that the world is so small
To sin, so big to be born that we killed
Without permission! The life doesn't belong us!
We were born in the perfect jungle of trees, vultures and
Of mountains, where the habit became beauty,
The Habit the aesthetics, the rules… the illusion of each concept!!!
We were born where the mistakes guide us
And the norms disturb us…
THE HAPPINESS IN THE HOLES OF THAT METROPOLIS
We polished from a side to the other the search of the problems,
Playing the stomach, in the nostalgia of begging!
Where the hands to ask and to scratch the beards are the ones that steal,
The brain to see the future was atrophic of gasoline (…)
The voice for a song the this Luanda is the one that inflames
The hate and he/she says things,
(…) The happiness is in the holes,
The love is Utopia (…) there the very poor always had cigarette!
Unnoticed step perspiring the shame of
Many glory, tearing, the perspiration and the dust ocean
Of this metropolis; the search of a bonfire,
As well as it was in the past, the screams of the freedom
They are today the one of the libertinism!
He/she is people's song and friends of there
Of the cómicos and tragic stages, of children and you glory of the old age…
Where the melody yesterday, doesn't have feat for the moment,
In the islands and suburbs, of youths of the whistles
Threatened and well interpreted
They sold the steps of the renascence
Regridem and they become dependent,
Showing the sharpened teeth of indecent faith;
Inhuman and disgusting (…) here is the mirror of the insanity
Mental of many sick,
Exhausted and Satanic "! "
They sold the metropolis of filthy laws
Typed by children of GOD and printed by sinners
(…) The polluted beaches, to the houses nocturnas;
The skirts… the blood and the race; it ended in the happiness of killing the hunger!
The children that licked the balconies, the alcohol of the guile
The chemical perspiration of the shop windows; they are entitled to a hole;
Today they cry afflicted of a past that recounts her
He/she didn't allow to raise them, a choice for the poster of this night!
If you don't know where you are, wonder who are,
If you don't know what to do, wonder with whom are
He/she does (…)
Their ideas to shine…
They are in their hands the force to rejuvenate,
Believe that can fly and to grow!
Maintaining his/her optimismo at the level of being,
Say yes the life
That the prejudice should not exist
Say yes the life
That youth's synonym is to exist!
The most expressive value and human!!!
The real poster of a human species (…)
I am happy
Why wanted he/she.