(The Many Struggle along the path for Independence)
On the path of the struggle
We were going
We carry history
The dead oh the dead
The sacrifice of years
We raised up victory
Chaos in the seat of power
In the village of king
Oh where are we going
Where will we arrive
The people are suffering
They are crying out I say
The dead on the field of the struggle
It is the people's victory
My people it is worth considering
If respect (for that) has diminished
I am a big man
Big as a Kapok tree
Pretty girl
With a nice behind
Are the thoughts of the top brass
The people are suffering
They are crying out I say