Music I know a place Where nobody goes Where this blues is played As black as the sand I know only one way That we are really capable It's deeper, stronger than you He is not responsible It's the blues of Angola Minor and lonely That comes to us from Luanda It's a song of dust Music You had to leave, leave there Your dreams and this war And the black gold that you don't have For all these mercenaries Who have blood on their hands Until the end of hell Run faster, don't say anything To this sound of fire Music I know a place Where nobody goes Where this blues is played As black as the sand Music You never talk about it You, you my friend, my brother Who lost you there Lying in the dust Music I want blood for Vincara Diamonds, rivers Petroleum of Panama Your dollars exasperate Music It's the blues of Angola Minor and lonely That comes to us from Luanda It's a song of dust Music I want blood for Vincara Diamonds, rivers Petroleum of Panama Your dollars exasperate Music