Os Meninos de Huambo

With threads made of past tears
The boys from Huambo bring joy
From the sky pulling the most beautiful shooting stars

With lips to say new poetry
They spell out the stars like letters
And they gather in the sky like little stones
Stars letters to make new words
And they gather in the sky like little stones
Stars letters to make new words

The boys around the bonfire
Will learn things of dreams and truth
Will learn how to win a flag
Will know what freedom cost

With the most beautiful names of the plateau
They make funny addition sums
They add fapula with flowers and sweat
And subtract early morning by moonlight

Divide the fine rain by the corn
Multiply the wind by people's power

The boys around the bonfire
Will learn things of dreams and truth
Will learn how to win a flag
Will know what freedom cost

Always new words, always new
Words of this always new time
Because the boys invented new things
That even say the stars belong to the people
Because boys invented new things
That even say the stars belong to the people

The boys around the bonfire
Will learn things of dreams and truth
Will learn how to win a flag
Will know what freedom cost

So happy around the bonfire
They release the stars already written to the sky
New words to write compositions
Escaping from the axe's escape
For the boys are also constellations
Constellations that shine endlessly

Words of this always new time
Multiply the wind by people's power
Because boys invented new things
That even say the stars belong to the people
Because boys invented new things
That even say the stars belong to the people

The boys around the bonfire
Will learn things of dreams and truth
Will learn how to win a flag
Will know what freedom cost