Na Kaminho Di Luta

(The Many Struggle along the path for Independence)
 On the path of the struggle
 We were going
 We carry history
 The dead oh the dead
 The sacrifice of years
 We raised up victory
 Chaos in the seat of power
 In the village of king
 Oh where are we going
 Where will we arrive
 The people are suffering
 They are crying out I say
 The dead on the field of the struggle
 It is the people's victory
 My people it is worth considering
 If respect (for that) has diminished
 I am a big man
 Big as a Kapok tree
 Pretty girl
 With a nice behind
 Are the thoughts of the top brass
 The people are suffering
 They are crying out I say