Samba Lando [English translation]

Above the night's coat

The moon is sparkling.

It's shining thus, flaring,

To establish a code:

"Freedom for the blacks

Chains for the slave trader"

Samba landó, samba landó

What do you have that I don't?

My father, being so poor,

Bequeathed a splendid inheritance:

"To stop being things

-he said with his whole mind-

Pay attention, mate,

For new slave traders come".

People say it is such a shame

That my skin is dark

As if it was trash

That trows itself on the asphalt,

They don't know about the dissatisfaction

Between my ripe race.

Today, we raise our voices

Like one memory.

From Ayacucho to Angola,

From Brasil to Mozambique

No one argues anymore,

We are one same history.