A Emboscada (feat. Namaacha Special Choir)

They fight for the power that is in our hands
They compete, but want to see blood on our hands
And shorten the already short life for us
We went from child soldiers to UNIMOS prostitutes
We kill brothers, friends, uncles, and grandparents
We cut so many throats that we end up voiceless
Deceived by peace agreements signed in Rome
And now, will the Pope come down to my zone?
Lower the price of the chapa and make the dove rise?
White as peace before the bomb explodes?
In your face, I tell you the truth to your face
The first to kill his own brother, I'll spit in his face
The truth about these fake people who lie to your face
Who to provoke a war makes life more expensive
People who disguise themselves with democratic speeches
And then deliver weapons to unemployed youth

Namaacha Special Choir
With candles in the air
And the light is lit
Tonight brothers
She guides us

In this ambush, it's us minus those who have palaces
Surrounded by fierce dogs who kill in the name of their salaries
(Mercenaries!)
Ready to make another victim
And set the price of a life at 500 thousand
Ask Hélio's mother if she didn't cry at the farewell
Of the son who fell in the political ambush
That leaves us here at home without food
When we go after it, we find a stray bullet
Or a shop broken by the neighbor next door
Who, to satisfy hunger, doesn't hesitate to call me a rat
And throw a stick at me for the world to call him a cat
Who knows makes the time, attention, the time has come
The poor will burn the house and destroy the school
The rich will prepare to sell charity
To enrich without delay with reconstruction companies
They offer the problem and then sell the solution

Namaacha Special Choir
With candles in the air
And the light is lit
Tonight brothers
She guides us

It was like this in Iraq, it was also like this in Libya
Libyans killed Gaddafi and accused the Bible
Was that Christ's love or oil passion?
If NATO runs, if it stays, the media catches
Immediately my mind travels
I imagine how these people want me to react
They raise the price of oil, want me not to raise the chapa?
Before killing my brother, I'll stab you with a knife
Go away, get out of here with that poisoned help
I prefer to walk and not carry that can anymore
That trash from Japan that doesn't smell, but kills
I won't go back to the bush
And I won't turn my city into a bush
Rather poor, but with life
I am a young man full of life
I won't enter this war to end my life
Out of my land or you'll end up lifeless

Namaacha Special Choir
With candles in the air
And the light is lit
Tonight brothers
She guides us

Yeah, we've seen these people from the beginning, man
First they shared Africa at the Berlin Conference
You've always been enemies of our independence, man
You always wanted our resources and never knew how to ask nicely
Come here, plunder our resources
And then say that we are not civilized
You savages!
And when we achieved our independence
You weren't satisfied, were you?
You started to provoke
You started to promote intrigues among us, didn't you?
Gave a few dollars to some
A few dollars to others to fight each other, man
And then when the Marshal wanted to end all this shit
They killed him when he was coming from Zambia, didn't they?
Isn't it true?
And then some became fathers of democracy by accident
Then created capitalist elites here by accident
And only at the price of this false democracy that doesn't exist
Did they give us peace, right?
A peace that makes a few very rich
And many very poor, right?
But you knew that this peace wouldn't last long, right?
Did you know or didn't you know?
You knew that social inequalities
Sooner or later would bring war, right?
That war you want between us to divide us
To be you once again to get the resources, right?
And you never wanted us to have education, right?
Before you didn't give us education
And now that you have to educate us, you educate us badly, right?
To put children against parents
So we don't know our own history
Our own culture!
But now it's not the turn of the rich kids to whom you always gave money
And it's not the turn of the ex-guerrillas who let the leader come to town for a walk
And promised them power, but never brought it
Now it's our turn! Now it's the turn of the youth
And we won't go to war, because we are the ones who work here
And we can sit at home and see what will happen, man
We can sit at home and see what will happen, man
There's no more blood here because of you, right?
Pay close attention, we are the ones who will make the revolution
The true sons of independence, man
The sons of God, man
And whoever the shoe fits, let them commit suicide!