(Lyrics & music: Tibau Tavares / Arr.: Bau)
A, ia, ia, ie
A, ia, ia
Nunca nô dixa nôs terra tcheu
Nô espial sempre
Nô ta sai pa longe
Bá busca vida
Ma vivência ê na nôs terra
Ês terra di piscador e lavrador
Di midje na pilon morna na boca
Sambarque na pê, b**burom cu djangata
Três fentchentche pa guentá um planqueta
Se nôs terra ê pobre, nõs ê consolado
Sabura di ote ca ta iludim
Nôs ca tem djá nô entendel
Nôs morabeza ca dixá parcê nôs pobreza
A, ia, ia, ie
A, ia, ia
Let us never leave our country
For so long a time
Let us visit it often
We're going far away
To seek a better life
But living, that's in our country
This land of fishermen and peasants
Corn in the mortar, morna on the lips
Sandals on the foot, the donkey carrying its firewood
Three stones to support the pot
Although our country is poor
We console ourselves
Another's joy doesn't deceive me
We have none and we understood it
Our kindness hides our poverty
A, ia, ia, ie
A, ia, ia
A, ia, ia, ie
A, ia, ia
Nunca nô dixa nôs terra tcheu
Nô espial sempre
Nô ta sai pa longe
Bá busca vida
Ma vivência ê na nôs terra
Ês terra di piscador e lavrador
Di midje na pilon morna na boca
Sambarque na pê, b**burom cu djangata
Três fentchentche pa guentá um planqueta
Se nôs terra ê pobre, nõs ê consolado
Sabura di ote ca ta iludim
Nôs ca tem djá nô entendel
Nôs morabeza ca dixá parcê nôs pobreza
A, ia, ia, ie
A, ia, ia
Let us never leave our country
For so long a time
Let us visit it often
We're going far away
To seek a better life
But living, that's in our country
This land of fishermen and peasants
Corn in the mortar, morna on the lips
Sandals on the foot, the donkey carrying its firewood
Three stones to support the pot
Although our country is poor
We console ourselves
Another's joy doesn't deceive me
We have none and we understood it
Our kindness hides our poverty
A, ia, ia, ie
A, ia, ia