A Madrugada

Lozzh, the poetic crow

This is the dawn

After hours
Hours went by
Days will come, days will come

After hours
Hours went by
Days will come, days will come

After hours
Hours went by
Days will come, days will come

After hours
Hours went by
Days will come, days will come

What time was it at dawn?
Time cries for its forgotten stories without delay
Lost without victory

Never written or valued
They were never heard of for a single date

This is the dawn of the awakened ancestors
Who always dreamed of reliving and being remembered
By hymns and songs
With all emotions
In all generations

Now all the commotion is over
Everything is forgotten
In every generation of science
That the future grows

We lost that one
Culture that is beautiful
Custom that ties
Flames and candles
We think it's old

Whenever we see hours and days pass by
We live, we lose, heritage culture

After hours
Hours went by
Days will come, days will come

After hours
Hours went by
Days will come, days will come

I am present to raise my voice
Based on the true truth
And in the cry of dawn that can wake Africa

We are indifferent
Why do we discard the unity of flags?
The cry of melancholic truth

Every moment is darker
We hope for a better future
Than the past, the present ID so heavy (heavy)

We can still tell the story
We can still talk about the fury
We can still talk about glory
We can still erase the pain
We can still eliminate misery
We can still talk about those who love it
Those of yesteryear
Those who cry
Those who pray
Those who were
We can still change history

Yoh, this is the dawn
Union first hand
And so we will have an improved Africa