Sometimes I dream of seeing her pass by the sea,
I see her face reflecting on her waters;
Her waves moving bowing to you,
Sometimes I see you smiling in my dream;
This smile is full of beauty and color when illuminated by the reflections of the summer sun,
I follow your maiden steps, because they make the palm trees shake their leaves, as if they were clapping their hands, because they cannot resist your charm and beauty,
Even the waves murmur in rhyme with the movements of your lips and slanted eyes,
The wind blows soft and serene her genuine Angolan body.
The sun, the sky, the breeze and the sun's reflections on the sea give a tan glow to your soft skin and your genuine Angolan smile.
Oh woman with a burning smile!
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