M'Bem Di Fora [English translation]

No, don’t be surprised

I’m made that way and it’s God who made me

My mouth doesn’t know flattery

I wasn’t brought up among the rich

I miss my hill, I’m homesick for Macati

In this world, I can’t cry

Leave things as they are

Until I’m full, I never stop

La, la, la, la, Tina Preta

I can’t stand this world any more

La, la, la, la, Djon Di Mundu

Tell Macati I’m dying of homesickness

La, la, la, la, Tina Preta

Djusé tells you to say he’s dying of homesickness

(Lura) Zeca, where are you from?

(Zeca) What do you mean, where am I from?

(Lura) Well, my father comes from Mato Baxu, very far away

(Zeca) Goodness!

I’ve come from far away

I’ve come from far away

I’ve come from far away

I’ve come from far away

I’ve come from far away

I’ve come from far away

I’ve come from far away

I’ve come from far, far, far away