Silence keeps me disordered I need you with me here And everyone else in a beat environment in the city It has much to do with the African affairs And our white skin soldiers political and fair Gathered in a restaurant You dancing with the waiter's son Anyone's got a black cigar? Anyone at all?
So watch me take off this dark skin, the dresses and the fair Everyone else in a beat environment in the city! There is dancing on these tables and in the squares And the solitary; they whisper like the dead 'Cause all of these fights keep hunting us in the night All of the great politicians with sweat in their eyes
