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