Poema do Semba
Paulo Flores
Semba Poem
Hum... Hum
Semba, semba is the street's song
It's a spring rain!!
Semba is death, semba is life
Hum... Hum
Semba, semba is my mournful cry
Facing our life head-on
Semba is sweat, semba is people
The song of semba
The song of semba, it's noble
The song of semba, it's rich
The song of semba, it's poor
The song of semba, it's rich
The song of semba, it's poor
Semba on the hill
Semba on the hill is a bonfire
Semba that brings freedom
Semba of our flag
Semba that brings freedom
Semba of our flag
Hum.. Hum...
Semba, semba is the street's corner
In the school of life, it grows
By taking so many beatings, it gets used to it
In the school of life, it grows
By taking so many beatings, it gets used to it
The voice of my semba
The voice of my urban semba
It's the voice that makes me endure
The pride of being Angolan
It's the voice that makes me endure
The pride of being Angolan
Angola hey...
Semba is our joy, man
Semba is our flag
It's hope, it's love
Semba, semba in your own way, dude
Semba is our flag
Our way of singing
Semba in your own way, dude
Semba is our flag
Our way of singing
Semba, semba is our joy, man
Semba is our flag
It's hope, it's love
