Terra Bo Sabe
Tera bo sabê ké mistid um xis tantu
Pa kada homem vive sima gente
Ma nhas brose, o terra, ta bituod ta batê
Rijo, sek y frok
Sima karise na smentera d'jent
Pa d'pôs N'ben fka
K'nhas mon na féria
Na mizéria d'un tchuba ki ka ben, ô tanbor baziu
N'abuze d'partidja ma renda
K'aquês ki ka trabaia
Ones d'inpréza strarJer
Sen raforma nem pensão
Duensa na rosega
Liberian, greg, Holanda
Fidju sen skôla
Amdjer largod, nun vida dur
Di fazê dnher pa otes gorda
Ma nos mar e péska
Ma nos péska e martiriu
Di luarada na mar
Bote, brose y linha
Un pexe y mei pa kada un
K'fidj na kaza
Land Where I Was Born
You should know that it takes a lot
For every man to live like people
But my brothers, the land, everything is hitting
Hard, dry and cold
Like a caress in the cemetery of people
For later I will stay
With my hand in the air
In the misery of a storm that doesn't come, oh empty drum
I abuse of parties but I return
To those who don't work
Once a star company
Without retirement or pension
Thought in the rose garden
Liberia, Greece, Holland
Children without school
Women abandoned, in a hard life
Making money for others to get fat
But our sea and fishing
But our fishing is martyrdom
Of moonlight in the sea
Boat, brothers and line
One fish and a half for each
Child at home