I climb onto this stage, my soul smells of talc
My clear aura, only the clairvoyant can see
I bring my band, only whoever knows where Luanda is
Will know how to value it
It's worth its weight to those who cherish the crazy drum butt
Eternal fire to chase away
Hell to another place
I come to the party, I know many have on their foreheads
I, as a devotee, bring a basket of backyard joys
There's also a pitcher, the music goddess commands
Spill the balm, make the chant, sing the singing
Eternal fire to chase away
Hell to another place