This man who speaks loudly
Tell me, what is he talking about?
His mouth is full of alcohol, saliva, useless words
He has remade the world a hundred times
A hundred times the world and like everyone else doesn't care
Even the birds fly away, leaving empty bottles
And nothing that he can stand up
He will find the culprits
Those who think he might be wrong
He has already, hit the dog, hit his wife
Luckily he is stronger
She, how beautiful she is in her loincloth
Carrying the jerry cans as if lifting mountains
Her child on her back, she goes to fetch water
She goes to dry her tears

He wakes up at the time, when the sun sets
And it's stronger than him, he says
How dry my mouth is
Forgive me I'm thirsty, where are your savings?
And the money hidden under the bed, disappears under the jacket
He takes all the bills, all the coins
She doesn't say a word, she doesn't make a move
When the profit from her small business flies away
Then it's the same story, this man who speaks loudly
Is the same as yesterday, he comes home late again
And the dog and the wife say the same prayer
What did it mean, the bouquets of flowers
The white dress, for better or for worse
He hits, with his wedding ring, she forgets the pain
Sometimes she would like to die

Mama Rita, revolt
You must save, your ebony beauty
When the blood flows, out of your veins
Mama Rita, it's your fight
Mama Rita, your pride, as an African woman
Revolt, Mama Rita

Mama Rita, revolt
You must save, your ebony beauty
When the blood flows, out of your veins
Mama Rita, it's your fight
Mama Rita, your pride, as an African woman
Revolt, Mama Rita

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