Terra Bo Sabe

You should know that it takes a lot
For every man to live like people

But my brothers, the land, everything is hitting
Hard, dry and cold
Like a caress in the cemetery of people
For later I will stay
With my hand in the air
In the misery of a storm that doesn't come, oh empty drum
I abuse of parties but I return
To those who don't work

Once a star company
Without retirement or pension
Thought in the rose garden
Liberia, Greece, Holland
Children without school
Women abandoned, in a hard life
Making money for others to get fat

But our sea and fishing
But our fishing is martyrdom
Of moonlight in the sea
Boat, brothers and line
One fish and a half for each
Child at home