Sorte
Trinta i sinke ón dpos, el txgá na mi
El rudiá na bera de mute kabverdian
Móda berbuléta, el sentá na mi
Li el otxa mel, el otxa fel ku N tava ta guardá-l
El otxa-m pronte pa el
Sortu di nha vida, N tava ta speró-be
Já bo txgá, da li bo ka ta bai
Deus ke mandó-be sabê u-ke el fazê
Mi já N resebê-be di brós abérte
Pa N raparti-bu ku nha pove
Grasas a bo, munde inter já konsagra-m
Fama di nha térra, N ta fazê graças a bo
Mensaja di nós puéta, N ta levá-l p'es munde fóra
N kanta sodade pa kel ki bai
N kanta regrés pa kel ki bê
Sórte pa mi, sórte pa nha térra
Sórte pa tudu ken ta uvi-m
Sórte pa mi, sórte pa nha térra
Sórte pa tudu ken ta uvi-m
Sórte pa mi, sórte pa nha térra
Sórte pa tudu ken ta uvi-m
Sórte pa mi, sórte pa nha térra
Sórte pa tudu ken ta uvi-m
Luck
Thirty i sinke on dpos, the txgá na mi
The rudiá at the edge of mute kabverdian
Bubbly dress, he sits on me
I read the honey otxa, the bile otxa that I was not going to keep
The otxa-m is ready for him
Lucky for me in life, I wasn't feeling hopeless
I'm already txgá, give me a chance
God who commanded me to know what to do
I already don't know if you opened it
Pa N raparti-bu ku nha pove
Greases to bo, world inter already konsagra-m
Fame in the land, I can't do it thanks to good
Send us a message, don't take it out into the world
I don't miss you so much
N cant go back to what i saw
Good for me, good for my land
Lucky for everyone who heard me
Good for me, good for my land
Lucky for everyone who heard me
Good for me, good for my land
Lucky for everyone who heard me
Good for me, good for my land
Lucky for everyone who heard me
Escrita por: Teófilo Chantre