I go up on this stage
My soul smells like talc
Like a baby tush, a baby tush
My clear aura
Only clairvoyant people can see it.
Can see it
I bring my band
Only those who know where Luanda is
Will know how to appreciate them, appreciate
They worth what they weigh
For those who valorise the mad sound of the drums,
Of the drums
An eternal flame to get rid
The hell to another place
An eternal flame to consume
The Hell out of here
I come to the party
I know many people have on the forehead
The God Sun as a sign
As a sign
I am a devotee
I bring a basket full of joy from my yard
From my yard
There is also a pitcher here
The Goddess Music sent it
Asking us to allow
To allow
To drip the balm
Make the water pitcher sing the song
La, la iah