Angola, officially the Republic of Angola (Portuguese: República de Angola, pronounced: [ʁɨˈpublikɐ dɨ ɐ̃ˈɡɔla];Kikongo, Kimbundu, Umbundu: Repubilika ya Ngola), is a country in southern Africa bordered by Namibia on the south, the Democratic Republic of the Congo on the north, and Zambia on the east; its west coast is on the Atlantic Ocean with Luanda as its capital city. The exclave province of Cabinda has borders with the Republic of the Congo and the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
The Portuguese were present in some—mostly coastal—points of the territory of what is now Angola, from the 16th to the 19th century, interacting in diverse ways with the peoples that lived there. In the 19th century they slowly and hesitantly began to establish themselves in the interior. Angola as a Portuguese colony encompassing the present territory was not established before the end of the 19th century, and "effective occupation", as required by the Berlin Conference (1884) was achieved only by the 1920s. Independence was achieved in 1975, after a protracted liberation war. After independence, Angola was the scene of an intense civil war from 1975 to 2002. The country has vast mineral and petroleum reserves, and its economy has on average grown at a two-digit pace since the 1990s, especially since the end of the civil war. In spite of this, standards of living remain low for the majority of the population, and life expectancy and infant mortality rates in Angola are among the worst-ranked in the world. At the same time, a minority has reached comfortable life standards, and the dominant stratum has succeeded in accumulating considerable wealth, so that social inequality in Angola is one of the highest in the world.
RADIO STATION | GENRE | LOCATION |
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Radio Luanda | Varied | Angola |
Radio Muzangla | World Africa | Angola |
Ngola Radio 87.7 | World Africa | Angola |
Radio Viciana | Adult Contemporary,Comedy,Bollywood | Angola |
Rádio Nacional de Angola | Varied | Angola |
O Pátria, nunca mais esqueceremos
Os heróis do quatro de Fevereio.
O Pátria, nós saudamos os teus filhos
Tombados pela nossa Independência.
Honramos o passado e a nossa História,
Construindo no Trabalho o Homem novo,
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CHORUS
Angola, avante!
Revolução, pelo Poder Popular!
Pátria Unida, Liberdade,
Um só povo, uma só Nação!
(repeat chorus)
Levantemos nossas vozes libertadas
Para glóriados povos africanos.
Marchemos, combatentes angolanos,
Solidários com os poroso primidos.
Orgulhosos lutaremos Pela Paz
Com as forças progressistas do mundo.
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CHORUS
(Puerta-Pack)
I was living in Angola,
Reading in the paper
'Bout the new depression
Got the States upset
Still, I just can't see
How only one TV
And two slightly used cars
Causes such regrets
In this country such as ours,
If we had these things,
We would either be European
Or descend from kings
Oh! Sometimes, you know,
I hunger for more than food,
For more than the shelter
From the cold monsoons
I'd like swimmin' pools
And refrigerated air
And an extra room to spare
(No more ten to a room),
And a thinking color set
With a close-up zoom
But in this country such as ours,
If we had these things,
We'd be a U.N. delegation
Or a visiting queen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And you remember well
The day when old Wall Street fell
And do you fear it again?
Still there is one major difference
In just how we see some things
What you call poor we call prosperity
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh! Sometimes, you know,
I hunger for more than food,
For more than the shelter
From the cold monsoons
I'd like swimmin' pools
And refrigerated air
And an extra room to spare
(No more ten to a room),
And a thinking color set
With a close-up zoom
But in this country such as ours,
If we had these things,
We'd be a U.N. delegation
Or a visiting queen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well you have been a fighting man
Youve seen your share of war
Living for your Uncle Sam
Sam dont need you anymore
Youll be gone, youll be leaving
Youll be back home again
On Christmas or July fourth
I really dont remember when
And Im glad to see your doing well,
We all know just who you are,
Put your saber on the shelf
and well take down the ole blue star.
Well I remember when youd send me letters
and make my day when I was young
Photographs with M-16s
and money from Somalia
Youll be gone, youll be leaving
Youll be back home again
On Christmas or July fourth
I really dont remember when
And Im glad to see your doing well,
We all know just who you are,
Put your saber on the shelf
and well take down the ole blue star.
Your back home with your little girl
wild and pretty, blonde and blue
you cant help but be their world
and they cant help but look like you
Youll be gone, youll be leaving
Youll be back home again
On Christmas or July fourth
I really dont remember when
And Im glad to see your doing well,
We all know just who you are,
Put your saber on the shelf