(Gonzaga)

Adap. Inglês Stella Sousa

There is to be hope
In the dawning of new time
As the sun, that sets
Behind the mountains of my land

Nor the war of stones
Or the gold rivers flowing back
Nor dirty minds ambitions
Stop this land, from growing black

There will be born a boy
Son of so much despair
With his wooden sword
Mounting lions winged with air
There will be born a king
Somewhere in Africa

The green extends of  palm trees

Are bound to bloom again
Replacing all the war fields
Of hatefull rideen man

No trorments from the sky
Or unknown strange disease
No warlords from the darkness
Will be barriers for these

There will be born a tree
Child of the battle fields
Growing hopeful symbol
Of our hearts forgotten needs
There will be born a tree
Somewhere in Africa

There will come a time
when our people will be free
No heart shrunk with humger
For vanity or greed

Soon our land will grow again
To that what we once knew
Leaving behind miseries
That were forced upon you

There will be born a land
To all arms held open wide
To welcome in the feeling
Of our long forgotten pride
There will be born a land
Somewhere in Africa

My land, Oh Africa