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