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She opened her mouth

and uttered blasphemies

against God,

the heavens and all its inhabitants.

She received the power to make war on the saints

and to murder them.

And she received the power to reign over every tribe

every race, language and nation.

And all the inhabitants of the earth will worship her...

all those, whose names are not inscribed

in the book of the beheaded lion

since the beginning of the world!

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

I saw her come out of the sea...

a beast...

with ten heads...

and ten horns...

and, in each horn, there was a diadem.

And, in each head

was engraved words of blasphemy!

And the beast

looked like a panther

had the paws of a bear

and the gullet of a lion!

The dragon gave her its power

its throne and a great privilege!

Full of admiration,

the people of the earth started to venerate the beast,

to follow her and to venerate the dragon

who had given its power to the beast.

And they’d all say: “Who is a match to the beast

and has the power to fight against her?”

She was given a mouth

to utter arrogant words

and blasphemies.

And received the power

to cause damage

during forty-two days

and she opened her mouth

and uttered blasphemies

against God,

against the inhabitants of the heavens and against those in the sea.

And she received the power

to make war on the saints

and to beat them!

Two-thousand years ago, lions and leopards roamed free around the forest.

Two-thousand years ago, the gods lived freely in the heavens and in the seas.

500 hundred years ago came the white people,

with their firearms, and slaughtered lions and leopards.

And with their firearms put fire to the heaven and the earth of the gods.

They took our kings and our people to America as slaves.

Our gods left with them.

In America, they saw the suffering of our kings and of our people.

The black slaves suffered to enrich the white masters.

The sweat was of blood

and this blood fertilized the tobacco and cotton and

the sugar cane plantations and all other riches of America.

One day, our gods rebelled.

And our people took up arms to reclaim their liberty.

We and our gods have been fighting over 300 years against the white people

who annihilate us with such unprecedented barbarism.

But they will not kill I, Zumbi, who incarnate the murdered leaders.

My sword will split the earth in two.

On one side the executioners; On the other, all of our Africa...

free.

Here and everywhere, every black person will carry inside a bit of Africa.

But now we won’t confront their firearms with spears and sorcery.

Against the hatred, the hatred.

Against the fire, the fire.

Come and see, come and see...

Marlene’s new programme!

Come and see, come and see...

Marlene’s new programme!

Marlene only thinks about your happiness.

We should be Christians!

We should love our neighbour!

But first, peace!

After, the hunger!

Come and see... Come and see...

Marlene’s new programme!

Come and see... Come and see...

Marlene’s new programme!

- For the maladies of the stomach... - Marlene!

- For the maladies of the heart... - Marlene!

- For the maladies of the spirit... - Marlene!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Always Marlene, yes!

Death to Colonialism!

INDEPENDENCE: YES COLONIALISM: NO

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

- Resistance! Resistance! - Death to Colonialism!

- Resistance! Resistance! - Death to Colonialism!

- Resistance! Resistance! - Death to Colonialism!

- Resistance! Resistance! - Death to Colonialism!

- Resistance! Resistance! - Death to Colonialism!

- Resistance! Resistance! - Death to Colonialism!

- Resistance! Resistance! - Death to Colonialism!

Resistance!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

Death to Colonialism!

We have been friends for a long time and so I think...

that we can speak freely.

Do you know how many political problems I have to face every day?

On one side, the problems of the black capitalists...

who want economic freedom.

On the other side, the white capitalists who want to raise their profits.

That is normal and I should be able to please everyone.

I’m the one who should profit but, this way, I don’t.

After Adolf’s defeat, I’m no more than a miserable mercenary.

I kiss Marlene’s feet.

You know, my friend...

if the negroes want to make a revolution...

all I can do is kill them.

I don’t know how to avoid revolutions.

I only know how to destroy revolutions and

the owner of this country is Marlene, right?

Did you see?

So many dead and so many wounded!

Did you see? So many children and women killed by the militia!

Did you see? Burnt down houses, looted villages!

You will certainly be detained. And many people were arrested.

Because you were stubborn and wanted to take up arms to make a revolution!

See? That’s what happens when you take up arms without resources.

The revolution demands sacrifices.

Ah, sacrifice, we know.

You have to accept the sacrifices, but not the sacrifice of people.

Without sacrifice, there’s nothing you can do against imperialism...

without sacrificing men.

For me, the repressions are nothing...

So much sacrifice must be made by the people

to conquer liberty!

We understand and everyone knows.

In the beginning, they used Christianism

to hitch our country to the car of slavery.

Why? Because we made a mistake when we held hands with the enemy.

When the foreigner arrived, we gave food, water.

It was believed... we were considered a primitive species,

small children that had nothing to do, besides smiling to those

that came to plunder our people.

But experience revealed that they were the true savages,

for they employed all the means of repression.

No, no, no!

- The true savage is like you! - To plunder us.

I disagree because the imperialism resorted to

all the means of repression that ever existed.

We don’t want you to take the people on an adventure.

- Anarchist! - You are an adventurer!

You can’t do an armed revolution...

And he thinks he’ll conquer independence like this...

- After killing everyone. - We can’t win.

You see?

It’s people like this that you listen to!

It’s absolutely necessary to keep calm!

It is not possible.

It’s crucial that common sense prevails!

It’s crucial that common sense prevails!

It’s crucial that common sense prevails!

The question is not to only make a revolution,

but to find the right path to a revolution.

Come see the extraordinary beast.

Come see the extraordinary beast.

Come see the extraordinary beast.

Come see the extraordinary beast.

Resign!

Resign!

Resign!

Resign!

The beast I search for, is not you.

You’re the violence.

I need to find another one.

The beast I search for, is not you.

She must find a man

and have a son.

He will save the world

through fear.

She must find a man

and have a son.

He will save the world...

You’re the golden beast of violence.

It is you that provoke my violence.

You’re the golden beast of violence.

It is you that provoke my violence.

You’re the golden beast of violence.

It is you that provoke my violence.

It was easier in Latin America. I didn’t like the regime there, so

I got a gun and said to a general General Gomez, I believe...

I said: “General, I don’t like this regime.”

That was around... three in the afternoon

By six, we had a fantastic, a wonderful new regime.

Brilliant!

This guy is very intelligent.

A rascal, yeah?

A revolutionary, yeah?

It’s because of people like you that Africa is going badly.

I’ve always said that subversion comes from abroad.

Ah, so you’re the little monkey?

You want to drink? Drink, yeah?

A great friend...

Easy, boy, easy...

Now I remember...

I remember you!

Very well.

My God! You’re wonderful!

And very beautiful...

Very beautiful, hey?

Let’s go! Let’s go!

Come on, boy.

Cucaracha...

This is the best day of my life...

This is the best day of my life...

Come, you handsome, come...

Do you know what the truth is?

My miserable dreamer.

You have to stop dreaming

and open your eyes to see the reality.

The reality is that the people accept their own misery

and don’t want to fight to change their lives.

And the people are right!

They are completely right!

Calm down, lion!

Why make revolutions?

To have a dictatorship ran by the State against the people?

Communism doesn’t exist,

it’s an illusion.

No more dream about.

No more!

Calm down, lion!

Do you know what exists?

There is only one way to solve the problem of hunger.

The economic and technical planning of the world.

The electronic brain: They do things and don’t think.

And who has the electronic brain? We have. The developed people.

Us, the developed people!

Calm down, lion!

And through the technical

we’ll achieve a perfect society

better than capitalism

and much better than communism!

Really much better!

Calm down, lion!

It’s over, Dom Quixote!

Over!

The prophet said, when fighting in the centre of the island...

in the great mountains...

“Beware the enchantment of the golden beast.”

The wind blew on the prophet’s beard

when he went went down the mountain towards the city

with the poor and oppressed

and he killed the beast and its followers

with his firearms...

And in the middle of the square, he shouted:

“The beast is dead!”

And the people danced happily in the middle of the square

until a new day

was reborn on the island...

The white man lives in a lovely house in the city,

but your house, in the indigenous neighbourhood, is about to collapse.

Your clothes are made of palm leaves,

but the white man, has many beautiful clothes.

During the day, you eat the herbs you find

but the meals of the white man, are rich and juicy.

Your wife died yesterday.

Her disease, however, wasn’t serious

but there was no medicine.

The white mercenary violated your daughter

and stole the gold from your tribe.

Does this seem fair to you?

Your wife...

your brother...

all your family...

Work all day in the peanut plantation.

The white man buys the crop at a low price.

Did you know that they resell

a thousand times more expensive?

In an internal plan

there are many contradictions.

The syndicalist is becoming more and more corrupt.

They don’t work any longer.

And the military only think about their gallons,

gallon after gallon, always more gallons

and, consequently, a lot more money.

The internal divisions are rapidly accumulating.

The tribalism has been disseminated.

It’s necessary to remedy this state of things.

There is an excess of political organisations.

The tribalism must cease...

for I, on my own, will never be able to achieve an African unity.

Underneath the lantern, by the barrack gate,

which there still stands.

As once did Lili Marlene

Stop!

As once did Lili Marlene

Shut up!

Now I want to see if this guy

really is intelligent.

In Latin America it was easier

I went with a gun to General Gomez’s house and said:

“General, I don’t like this regime!”

The next day we had a new fantastic regime.

Why can’t we do the same here in Africa?

I agree with you, but before we need to execute Pablo.

No, no, no Pablo!

For Pablo I got a new idea.

I have a spectacular idea.

But we need to find Marlene.

It’s crucial that common sense prevails!

We should negotiate to attain independence.

The first phase of independence is the national bourgeoisie.

Only the national bourgeoisie can avoid an armed struggle.

We should find the true representative of the national bourgeoisie.

The representative of the national bourgeoisie is Dr. Xobu.

It’s absolutely crucial that common sense prevails!

Now, listen, Dr. Xobu...

you’re the richest and most important man in this region.

The most important representative of the local bourgeoisie.

We need to fight communism

and that’s why you’ll be the new President.

I’m sorry, I don’t understand...

Wait, wait, wait...

You don’t know these people well.

Leave it to me.

Ah, I get it, I get it!

Independence through friendship!

With economic, technical

and military protection.

And racial integration. Long live liberty!

Now sign here.

Sign here.

That's good. There you are!

Long live the New Republic!

As I’m the first President...

please excuse me...

I’ll have another suit made for me,

a suit of a President.

And I also need to prepare my speech.

My brothers!

I speak today not only in the name of our Republic,

but also in the name of all of Africa!

Who could have ever imagined that your sons and your daughters

would be able to achieve such an important and glorious mission!

It’s important to remember that catechism and the colonisation

brought out the true side of Christianism.

Brothers, they brought us the civilised language,

the Science and the knowledge of Art.

They brought us, straight from the United States of America

the economy of our country!

Country of light, sublime light

You are the brother of our homeland

Birthplace of Lamartine

Birthplace of Napoleon

Country of light, Mother of civilisation

You’re and will be our hope

You who are and will always be the sun

In your heaven in glory

You great God, Glorious France

Call to arms, citizens!

To war, my brothers!

March, March

To combat

To victory or death.

March, march

To combat

To victory or death.

There are the rich countries and the poor countries.

The rich countries exploit the poor countries.

It’s the religious, economic, cultural and political colonization.

The colonisation determines the national alienation.

The main problem of the anti-colonialist struggle

is the destruction of the national inferiority complex.

Thus, the anarchy!

Thus, the hatred!

Thus, the blood!

Thus, death!

He wanted to substitute the military power

for a militia of the people!

He wanted to substitute the private market

for the common property!

He wanted to substitute the family moral

for the debauchery of the people!

Thus the path to progress.

I’ll cite: roads and schools...

not forgetting the hospitals...

international telephone...

Television and tin cans.

Thus the progress of the country.

This is freedom:

work with no rights complaint...

serve without protesting...

love with no erotism...

create with no vanguardism...

speak with no admiration.

Why do the poor hate me?

Because man has to be the sole owner of his work.

And if there is more than one yield

it must be given to feed his family.

And if after his family is fed there’s still a yield

he should give it to his starving neighbour.

The gold you extract from the mines, Marlene, does not belong to you.

To your slaves there's nothing left with which to pay for their sustenance.

They don’t hate you, Marlene...

they are so oppressed by hunger and by work

that they don’t have the time to hate you.

So, they don’t hate me?

But there are those who work for them

and they hate you,

for the slaves who should hate you.

Pablo is one of them.

Zumbi is another.

They speak low at midday and howl at midnight.

Pablo and Zumbi, Marlene,

are the prophets of justice.

Do you also preach against me?

I preach love

and understanding amongst men.

Do you love me, my father?

You’re condemned, Marlene.

You will go back home.

You must suffer in solitude

and become more and more lonely...

The weapons and barons marked,

That from the western Lusitana beach,

By seas never sailed before,

they passed even beyond Taprobane,

In strenuous dangers and wars, More than human strength promised,

And among remote people they built New Kingdom, which they so sublimated

And also, the glorious memories of those Kings, who were dilating

The faith, the Empire And the vicious lands

Of Africa and Asia They had been devastating

And those that through valuable works are from the law of death being released:

Singing I’ll spread far and wide, If ingenuity and art help me so much.

No more, Muse, no more...

For I have the lyre deranged and the voice hoarse

and not from singing,

but to realize that I come to sing to deaf and coldhearted people

Even the best of our ingenuity

does not give us the homeland...

No... it is enthralled by the taste of greed

and the roughness of an austere

obliterated and vile sadness.

Congo, Brazza, Mali, Guinea Nigeria, Angola, Chad...

Mozambique, Tanzania, South Africa, Algeria, Gana...

Ivory Coast, Cameroon...

Uganda, Zambia...

Namibia, Zaire...

Kenya, Upper Volta, Gabon...

Liberia, Togo, Benin...

Zimbabwe, Botswana...

Our people

subject to a revolution...

Revolution for us...

We is going to make a revolution and win...

and as soon as we win the revolution

we not need of people that say us what to do

and bug us...

If they bug us

we get them like fish in the fishnet.

The petrol, the diamonds...

the uranium, the manganese...

the tin...

the salt...

the banana...

the cocoa...

the gold...

manganese...

the magnesium...

the diamonds, the gold...

the iron, the tin...

the banana, the cocoa...

the tomato...

Marlene, I’ll give you the bone!

Marlene, give it to me!

Give it to me, to me!

See you soon, brother. I’m going to look for the men!

See you soon, brother. I’m going to look for the weapons!

I’ll kill you!

I’ll kill you!

I’ll kill you!

Marlene, don’t leave me on my own!

I love you!

Don’t leave me, Marlene!

Don’t leave me, don’t leave me...

Don’t leave me, don’t leave me!

You better get out of here.

Because if you don’t, I’m going to kill you.

I’m the fastest trigger in the West.

You don’t know me.

You have two minutes to go.

Because if you don’t, because If you don’t, you know...

Murderers! Murderers!

Murderers! Murderers!

What horror! What a tragedy! It can’t be!

It’s impossible... It’s unbelievable...

No, it isn’t possible...

I can’t believe it, no, no...

Look...

The agent was so intelligent

and now is dead and Marlene is finished.

I can’t bare intelligent anymore.

We have to take action, take action with weapons!

No! No blood, no blood...

we should negotiate.

It’s too late

and I don’t like to negotiate.

Firearms! Firearms! Calm down, please! Calm down!

I want an ideal republic.

I want a great future!

I want to restore the golden ages!

The great empires!

Rome, the sole object of my resentment!

Rome, whose strength sacrificed my lover!

Rome, which was seen born and my heart adores!

Why pronounce the word homeland?

In its bright exile my heart throbbed.

It resonates afar in my moved soul,

as well-known steps or the voice of a friend.

Mountains to where the mist of autumn flew.

Vales cushioned by the morning breeze.

Pruned willows which Defoliated the crown.

Old towers which the night gilded...

We are born in paradise

We are happy in paradise

We are rich in paradise

We are sexy in paradise

We have power in paradise

Call to arms!

There are

permanent taboos

and taboos

that are transient.

The permanent taboos

are the kings,

the priests,

the dead

and all those who are related to them!

The transient taboos

are related

to certain moods,

such as, menstruation,

child-birth,

the mood of the warrior

before the battle,

after the battle,

the hunt,

the war,

the peace!

And there are the general taboos

which, like the church prohibitions,

are maintained in whole regions

and may continue

for years!