Jogo de angola
No tempo que o negro
Chegava fechado em gaiola
Nasceu no Brasil, quilombo
E quilombola
E todo dia negro fugia
Jogando a corriola
De faca de ponta e zunido de bala
Negro voltava pra argola
No meio da senzala
E ao som do tambor
Primitivo berimbau, marca
E viola
Negro gritava abre alas!
Vai ter jogo de angola
Perna de brigar camará
Perna de brigar olé
Ferro de furar camará
Ferro de furar olé
Arma de atirar câmara
Arma de atirar olé, olé
Dança guerreira
Corpo do negro e de mola
Na capoeira
Negro embola e desmbola
E a dança que era
Uma festa do dono da terra
Virou a principal defesa
Do negro na guerra, pelo
O que se chamou libertação!
E por toda força, coragem e rebeldia
Louvado será todo dia
Esse povo cantar e lembrar
O jogo de angola da escravidão
Do Brasil
In the time that the black
He arrived locked in a cage
Born in Brazil, quilombo
And quilombola
And every black day fled
Playing the corolla
With a knife edge and the whine of a bullet
Black returned to the ring
In the middle of the slave quarters
And to the sound of the drum
Primitive berimbau, brand
And viola
The black man shouted, “Make way!”
There will be an Angola game
Leg to fight, comrade
Fighting leg olé
Camara drilling iron
Olé drilling iron
Chamber shooting gun
Gun to shoot olé, olé
Warrior dance
Black and spring body
In capoeira
Black man tangle and untangle
And the dance that was
A landowner's party
It became the main defense
Of the black in the war, by
What was called liberation!
And for all the strength, courage and rebellion
Praised will be every day
These people sing and remember
The Angola game of slavery
From Brazil
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