Pim Pam Pum

Bang bang boom, each bullet kills one
Up there in Huambo
There's a glass with poison
Whoever drank it died
Quiribi, quiribi monkey
Monkey that is good

Hey, Mr. Silva the boy
He's not even to blame
Some fathers are returnees
Some fathers are refugees

Illegally disguised illegal
Illegally disguised illegal

They have meetings
They have debates

Adis Ababa
Lusaka, Lusaka
Cambas of light and day
We don't belong to the night
Nor to the darkness

Pòu, pòu, pòu
Pòu, pòu, pòu

They dance in Huambo
War wanderings
Bombing non-stop
I'm a runaway slave
My soul is in between
The son of the negative man
Hey Costa Silva, legalize
The boy's situation
Son of the negative man