No Bem Falá
Lura
Let's Talk
Oh land, you sing
My land, you sing
Motherland, you sing
Cape Verde
Brother, come here, sit here yes
Let's talk a little
I'm strong from the abyss I speak
My land is poor, it is small
Since everything is relative
There is a lot of wealth like the mother of misery
Since everything is relative
There is a lot of wealth like the mother of poverty
Imagine some time ago
Walking down Avenida Marginal, crossing back
Side by side Mr. Balta and Mr. Roque
And they talk about Cabral and Mr. Gêne
Zé Povinho comes out of the water
Manuel Lopes in a lively conversation
Oh land, you speak
My land, you tell
Motherland, you write
Cape Verde
One evening
Party at Manel D'Novas
Bana and Cize are the first to arrive
Nácia Gomi seems like a companion of T Liz
Ildo Lobo, Chico, Morgadinho start laughing
Monsieur is Creole
And at the door, guitar on the chest
Ah the Canadian in the world, Pantera sings
These are not children
These are not poor
Oh land, you sing
My land, you sing
Motherland, you sing
Cape Verde
