A future marked in our spirit, and at the end of the road a light that shows us and teaches the only truth, lands of brotherhood, glorious lands, blessed place, place of long ago, I begin of everything, that thanks to babylon have forgotten, system that conceals an immemorial heredity, traitors who frustrate our intentions and harm the education.
Green, yellow and red
The lost lands of Africa
Green, yellow and red
The gold stolen by the oppressor
Green, yellow and red
The blood spilt by the black race
I am going to say, to make clear and affirm that every color that I take in my body, is because I take it in the blood, it is a strong feeling that lies in the soul, reflection by years and years that protests against the hurt at some time caused by the oppressive man, revolution based on the sacred theocracy and the idea of an African past, immediate legacy of the elderly evenness.
Green, yellow and red(*3)
Of that adored village, richnesses of side to side that proced from nature, respectable kingdom of tranquility that born in the purity, and in the deepest of his lands the hidden gold, and only the fight for whom it has more, the business and not to share incited despise that honourable site, they stole the money and they it tried to hide, stole our essence and wanted to smear it.
Green, yellow and red
The lost lands of Africa
Green, yellow and red
The gold stolen by the oppressor
Green, yellow and red
The blood spilt by the black race
It neither is for ambition it nor is for mode either, is the holy tradition of a village brother, Ethiopia who opens his arms remembering everything missed and it receives me in his hands, everything what we see and know is peace, flag that augurs the longed and real freedom.
Green, yellow and red(*3)
Oppressive chain that I ill-treat that race, criminal whip that I strike our ancestors, wound that I hurt the defending slave of the life, abyss from which that had to resist, of whom it could survive and continue, unlegal penalty without any precendence, without reason without justice, brother you do not suffer, your blood in the soil involve the change in the mind, a new vision was the fruit of your death, and this evolution that little by little grows, it heightens the instinct and already very soon we will be coming to our home.
Green, yellow and red
The lost lands of Africa
Green, yellow and red
The gold stolen by the oppressor
Green, yellow and red
The blood spilt by the black race