Eu Sou Daqui

We are born without asking, we die without wanting
It's normal to argue, and peace comes ahead
Everyone reflecting, but no one being demanding
So they will punish us, it's an obedient people

It hurts a lot to be from here and it hurts everyone
The foreigner is smiling, the national cries and feels
And who is there to listen to us? Oh, ruling father
Do I need to polish to be a happy coach

We won't give up, the people are fighters
Arming ourselves to defeat the insurgent
We will never run away, we are here present
They are lying to us, still showing their teeth

We just want curry, bread, and detergents
It's not just rifles, bullets, and AKMs
The idea is to instill this in every mind
Shout, I am from here, today, tomorrow, and always

Land of sin, housing, nothing
No job here, nothing, transportation as I hope
It's tough here, zero honesty
Zero feeling, lucky those with a cradle

Music is nothing, theater is nothing
Sports are crap, singers ride in luxury
Baby cries, daddy, client prays to the boss
Child begs for food, minister imprisoned

Here it's chaos, one day it's a mess
Parents split up, children are in chaos
Girls on the streets, ladies on the streets
Beautiful women have no home, and some die in misery

Land of sin and authentic witchcraft
Murderer is forgiven, lesbian is condemned
And these are the adventures of Africa, Mozambique
Whether you like it or not, my brother, I am from here

This is how we live, everything is chaotic
Law of survival, the worst is that the state approves
Youth get beaten. Land or move?
Both life and road, it's normal to enter the grave
And every semester, despair renews
Here you only succeed with corruption or a bribe

The country only moves for those who use a bribe
Cabo Delgado smelled like the beach, nowadays it smells like gunpowder
A child is born and finds a mother who also cries
The pastor acquires another machine while the people pray
Foreigners come, do and undo, then leave
Thieves take your watch, and your time never comes

The dreams of the past fled with Samora
If there's no promise of a spring, the girl no longer dates
Husband beats his wife, while he himself dishonors
Transportation problem? How to get to where happiness lives

And one day I still need, the daily bread
Because the rising prices are the daily bread
There's no magic here, alcohol relieves
So on Friday at the end of the day, the idea is to go away

What's positive? Includes HIV
And you dreamed of development? Say R.I.P.
These are the adventures of Africa, Mozambique
Whether you like it or not, my brother, I am from here