Zé Manel



AFRIKA UNITE Corruption is a disease In Afrikan govermment Disease Is a disease Dictatorship is a disease In the Afrikan continent Disease Is a disease Tha’s why we have war Tha’s why we have starvation That’s why we have instability We gotta unite There is no other choice We gotta unite To save the continent We gotta unite To save our people Nation of south Afrika Unite Nation of north Afrika Unite Nation of East Afrika Unite Nation of west Afrika Unite Nation of Central Afrika Unite Nation of All Afrika Unite War in the North War in the North War in the Southern Afrika, oh War in the east War in the east War in the west War in the west War in the central Afrika, oh Can somebody help Stop the fighting Lyric – Zé Manel Music Zé Manel	MARON DI MAR - Sea Wave - A plea to my People for democracy, sent on “sea wave.” Sea wave Friend, take my message. Fisherman, lend me your canoe. Lend me your canoe, So I can send it to another land. Oh Karuca, tell the fisherman To lend me is canoe So I can send it to another land Oh Karuca, oh buddy, Tell the fisherman To lend me is canoe so I can send it To another land Oh Karuca, oh brother, Tell the fisherman, To lend me is canoe. Go tell them know for me: The hardship is not through; Only the forest has burnt, And there’s no place to hide *** Sea Wave Sea secrets You and the fisherman Take my messages. Take my secrets So you can go give them to my people. Tell them for me Only the forest has burnt. Let them know for me: The hardship is not through. It’s a long way from through. Today in this new world Democracy is your weapon Put him in the seat If he is fixing the land. Take him from the seat If he is stealing the land. Don’t be afraid to die Within your truth. Democracy is your weapon Tell them for me: The hardship is not through; It’s that the forest has burnt And there’s no place to hide Lyric – Zé Manel Music Zé Manel ( original – Tchico Karucas )	TCHICO TÉ - Dedicated to the memory of the Prime Minister who was killed by a dictatorial Regime. Tchico Te What killed you? An accident, it was said But it was a club. (n’dale ka keki matau) Line from a children song An accident, they said It was a club that killed you Safinte, Te of the people What killed you? A club killed you Tchutcha Te Wife of Te Look out for your children Africa is this way. On that night He was going To his fate On the highway of our land He stopped to help his friend… Comrade, oh worthless comrade, It’s you who killed him They told us that, hey, An accident killed Tchico Te Comrade, oh worthless comrade, It’s you who killed him. Call the family for me. Call the relatives for me. Call Tchutcha te, oh We’ll go to the ceremonial space So we can curse comrade, oh Worthless comrade It’s you who killed him. They told us that, hey, An accident killed Safinte. Comrade, oh worthless comrade, It’s you who killed him. Call the family for me. Call the relatives for me Call Tchitcha Te, oh We’ll go to the ceremonial space So we can curse comrade, oh Worthless comrades Lyric- ZéManel Music- Zé Mane

IMMIGRE tu es parti en pensant `a un meilleur futur quelle que soit la situation tu rentrera un jour ne jamais penser que tu es meilleur que ceux qui sont restes oh c’est facile de depenser en trois semaines une economie de trois ans Immigre Pense a tes matinees glaciales et a tes longues Journees loin de ta famille Tu es parti, mais tu rentreras un jour Tu es parti , mais ton coeur est toujour la bas Tu es parti pour un meilleur futur Mais tu rentreras un jour Quel que soit ce qui t’arrive, Tu n’es ni mieux ni moin Que ceux qui sont restes Immigre Tu es parti, mais ton coeur est toujours la bas Tu es parti, mais tu rentreras un jour Quel que soit ce qui t’arrive Tu rentreras un jour Immigre Lyric – Pierre Huge Music – Zé Manel	SIKO NA BANKULE – The love between an Upper-class boy and village girl Siko in the Bankule The girl was seen Drums in the Bankule The girl was found Hey pretty girl Aunt Saba is worried the girl has found an upper class man When the bride is to be taken The high class neighbor wasn’t pleased And the high class people weren’t pleased Not even Aunt Saba was pleased Scandal in the neighborhood The bride of a nobleman From a common family Aunt Saba is preoccupied Hardship raised the girl Now noble insult her The hidden tree Smelled of alcohol offering When Aunt Saba made her payment If it is the tree I cannot say The girl and the noble were happy ever after Lyric – Zé Manel Music – Zé Manel	NA KAMINHO DI LUTA (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 Lyric – Zé Manel Music – Zé Manel

PUBIS KA BURRO (The People aren’t stupid) The people aren’t stupid They know the government is corrupt The boss has a new car Which his salary cannot cover The boss has a new house Which his salary cannot cover Keep your eye on the boss So he doesn’t sell the country If we are distracted he will sell the country The people are not stupid The eyes see the mouth is quiet I am from the top brass Mr. Vanguard I made my house European style With a garden around it Hey sir, Bissau is small The people are not stupid The eyes see the mouth is quiet Lyric - Zé Manel - Music – Zé Manel	SAFINTE NA BALOBA (the contract between Western and traditional African medicine) Where are you going Where are you going With a gourd on your head Where are you going With that gourd on your head Oh Safinte This dark night with a child on your back Oh Safinte The ceremonial space in the city of Reno Friends the child got sick on me Who yesterday was fine And running around This evil spirit in the compound None will take my child We have deep roots in the land Let’s go to the house of the nurse We can go to the Baloba Safinte, later So we don’t lose the child We left the nurse’s house The child was walking The child was talking We went to the ceremonial space Where they said there are evil spirits in the compound That got hold of the child The nurse healed the child With white people’s medicine The nurse is the healer of white people Lyric – Zé Manel Music – Zé Manel	BU FIDJU FEMIA (Protect you’re young daughter from unscrupulous men) If you have a young daughter Don’t leave her in the dance hall The dance hall, don’t leave her If she’s not mature in the dance hall Where vultures stay oh Chicken hawks are circling Waiting for low tide They are waiting to get their hands on They await low tide vultures They are waiting to get their hands on They await low tide vultures Lyric – Zé Manel and traditional song from Cabe-Verdel Music – Zé Manel and traditional song from Cabe-Verde


DIVINE FIRE More I have it More I want it More you give it to me More I want it Hei, women Give the fire to me Give the fire to me Kawn- kawn------------wow,mh-mh Kawn- kawn------------wow Kawn-kawn------------mh,mh,mh,mh Get me high------ baby get me high I want to see the light Get me high------baby get me high So I can fly Get me high-------baby get me high I want to see the ligh Get me high-------baby get me high So I can fly If you have the power- power Thr power- power Oh, if you have the power Give the fire to me Kawn- kawn Kawn- kawn-----------wow,mh… Kawn- kawn-----------wow,mh… Lyric – Ze Manel Music – Ze Manel	AMI FIDJU DI TCHON (I am a child of the land) I am a child of the land I am a native son, my people No one can harm me I am a child of the land If you touch my hot blood You will get burned If you touch my hot blood You will get burned This land that unites us The world that unites us My blood doesn’t unite us My life doesn’t unites us This world unites us I swear by God If you harm the wind If you harm the land Hey if you harm the country You harm yourself I swear by God Lyric – Ze Mnael Music – Ze Manel