Amdjer de Nos Terra [English translation]

This is the woman of our land

Our gold, our petrol, our riches

This is the woman of our land

Our longing, our dear, light of our life

This is the woman of our land

Firm like a rock in the middle of the sea

This is the woman of our land

Who cries from longing with her child on her back

But always with her hand on her hoe

Early, at high noon, or midnight

She runs to the fields, fighting, suffering

To raise her kids with our without a father

She looks after all these people and their elderly

Who fill the house to escape hunger

This is the woman of our land

Our gold, our petrol, our riches

This is the woman of our land

Our longing, our dear, light of our life

Portrayed and painted on the rock

Cried and sung for by the sea

Burnt by the sun, struck by the wind

But always looking to the moon

This is the woman of our land

We lift her up for everyone to see

We put her in our chest, we feel her, we love her

We sing of her in our morna

In our batuque and coladeira

For the whole universe to know

This is the woman of our land

This is the woman of our land

This is the woman of our land

This is the woman of our land

This is the woman of our land

Our gold, our petrol, our riches

This is the woman of our land

Our longing, our dear, light of our life

This is the woman of our land

We lift her up for everyone to see

We put her in our chest, we feel her, we love her

We sing of her in our morna

In our batuque and coladeira

For the whole universe to know

That this is the woman of our land

That this is the woman of our land

That this is the woman of our land

That this is the woman of our land

This is the woman of our land

Our gold, our petrol, our riches

This is the woman of our land

Our longing, our dear, light of our life