Jogo de Angola
Clara Nunes
Angola Game
Back in the days when the black man arrived locked in a cage
Born in Brazil
Quilombo and quilombola
And every day, the black man would escape, gathering the crew
With the crack of the whip and the tip of the knife
And the whizz of the bullet
The black man would return to the shackle
In the middle of the slave quarters
And to the sound of the primitive drum
Berimbau, maraca, and guitar
The black man would shout: Make way
There will be an Angola game
Leg for fighting
Camará
Leg for fighting
Olê
Iron for piercing
Camará
Iron for piercing
Olê
Gun for shooting
Camará
Gun for shooting
Olê, olê
Warrior dance
The black man's body is springy
In capoeira
The black man twists and turns
And the dance that was a celebration for the landowner
Became the main defense of the black man in war
For what was called liberation
And for all the strength, courage, rebellion
Praised will be every day
This people sing and remember the Angola Game
In the slavery of Brazil
Leg for fighting
Camará
Leg for fighting
Olê
Iron for piercing
Camará
Iron for piercing
Olê
Gun for shooting
Camará
Gun for shooting
Olê, olê
