Wege, wege, wege
Wege, wege, wege
Wege, wege, wege
Wege
When I enter the fire, it moves
It's slow, here it rains
Of course, the people listen to me
I just put love, I'm with the hole, I open the border
I don't say garbage, I don't even say a word
On the microphone, I'm the first one, I'm going to raise my flag
Angola, the world is a cube, but it's the people who have a spell
I put a bit of capricho, because I'm rare
People see the bitch, I'm the same, I'm a very aggressive girl
I don't fall, I'm not like a cumba, I'm creative
The hole that's out there, it's out
I put love, it's out there, I don't care
Wege, wege, wege, wege
Wege, wege, wege
I don't look for more
Wege, wege, wege, wege
Wege, wege, wege, wege
Rhyme heavy like a boner
I do what I want, I sing for Angola and for the whole world
No cudo de impero, I'm a giant black lever
I follow the pass of Giga Band
I follow the current of Dante
I bring the spell of Dove Grande
I put on the map, today it's still the land of great names of Semba
Arraso like Kalemba, I'm from Angola like Mulemba
Manu Jucula, pass of Dove Grande

The man, he's exclusive and all of it is Angola
Bungula by the head of the Viva Angola
The hole that's out there, it's out there
I put love, it's out there, I don't care
Wege, wege, wege, wege
Wege, wege, wege, wege
I don't look for more
Wege, wege, wege, wege
Wege, wege, wege, wege


We'll see you next time.
See you next time.
See you next time.