Angola Es Una

The same house of misery
made of dirty boards and patches
is the desolate outfit
that decorates all my land.

And the innocence without school,
the same rag without a toy
that punishes me like a whip

from one end to the other of the borders.

What am I gonna do?
Say what you want, whether it's two,
say what you want, whether it's ten,
Angola is one
like duty.

What am I gonna do?
Say what you want, whether it's two,
say what you want, whether it's ten,
Angola is one
like duty.

The same unyielding whip
from Cabinda to Cunene,
humiliated us, made us loyal
through incredible scorn.

The same skin that bursts and creaks,
the same guts that listen,
the same people that loves and fights,
the same jungle, the one that roars.

What am I gonna do...