Samba Lando [English translation]

Under the cover of night

The moon is twinkling

And so it shines, sparkling

to establish a charter:

"Freedom for Blacks,

Chains for the slave-trader."

Samba Lando, Samba Lando

What is it that you have

That I don't also have?

In spite of being so poor,

My father left a luxurious inheritance:

"In order to stop being things,"

He said whole-heartedly,

"Pay attention, Brother,

New slave-traders are on their way."

The people say, "What a shame

that he has dark skin."

As if it were garbage to be tossed to the pavement,

They don't realize that among the people of my race

Discontent is ripening.

Today, we raise our voice as a singular memory.

From Ayacucho to Angola,

From Brazil to Mozambique

No one can contradict it,

We are one and the same history.