This is my blues
Cause I'm back down on my own again
This is the blues I'm playing
Yes it's the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
(This the city I was born man
Nampula, wake up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I see blood in your eyes
I bite your cold feelings
I see power in your lies
Your daughter soul selling
I hear your heart beating
I feel your nose breathing
Dust your kids smell
Where they are going?
Even last night I saw your daughters out of home
She put a makeup on, make a call and she was not alone
Just looking good I see your beauty turning up
Your steps walking don't make the same sounds
I testimony to your struggles in vain
Losses you carry to bed
Pain under your pillow, a black bag on your back
Love has gonna away
You not the same
Not to cry mom you can only laugh
