Historia Que Conto

Angolê, Angolê yeah
Angolê oh
I'm a slave, my master
Angolê

The story I tell of a suffering Black man
From sad plantations, I come to cry out
Deported from the land, they lived as one
Thrown into the holds to suffer and bleed in Angolê

Marked with iron, a baptismal record
Delivered to death for salvation
No right to a burial, whipped Black souls
A coveted piece sold at auction in Angolê

Nkisis, shantytowns arriving in Palmares
All the drums start to play
In search of peace in the voice of lemba
Kilombo of Angola that will set you free in Angolê