Eu vim de luanda
Eu vim de Luanda é...
Ê Luanda
Fui trazido de navio
Vi o meu irmão sofrer
No açoite do chicote
Apanhava até morrer
O meu pai disse meu filho
Fuja para não morrer
O meu pai não fujo não
A batalha eu vou vencer
Nossa arte Brasileira
Descendente das culturas
De origens Africana
N’golo Cambangula e Bassúla
Africano no Brasil
Com o Indio Guarany
E o branco estrangeiro
Formaram o povo Brasileiro
Criou uma raça mestiça
Conhecida no mundo inteiro
Boa de bola e de ginga
E tambem hospitalheiro
I came from Luanda...
Luanda
I was brought by ship.
I saw my brother suffer.
In the lash of the whip
He was beaten to death.
My father said, "My son."
Run away or you'll die.
My father didn't run away.
I will win this battle.
Our Brazilian art
Descendant of the cultures
Of African origin
N'golo Cambangula and Bassúla
African in Brazil
With the Guarani Indian
And the white foreigner
They formed the Brazilian people.
He created a mixed race.
Known throughout the world
Good with the ball and with flair.
And also hospitable.
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