(feat. Habib Faye) Sound is the same for all the world Everybody has a heart Everybody gets a feeling Let's play! Sound box! Rock, reggae, jazz, mbalax
Listen to my voice Echoing in the night Talking with the universe Bringing advice to humanity My friend, respect your word Keep your dignity Try to know
Quatre annees ont passe Mais dans les regards Je peux voir Cette soif de victoire Le stade est bonde Supporters surexcites Tous ces pays representes
(feat. Habib Faye, Jean-Philippe Rykiel) Be alert to what you see on television and at the movies And pay attention to what you read or hear Don't beleive
My eagle, that had flown away, came back I thought I lost my love, But I found her again A bird is independent, He can rest where he wants to You are
xalam. And whenever I lift my voice to sing The image before me is of one person only: Youssou Madjiguene. "Madjiguene, go ahead!" "Youssou Madjiguene, go ahead!" "Madjiguene, go ahead!" "Youssou
Rich countries make toxic waste Why should they send it to me? Poor countries know toxic waste Why should they accept it? When I'm in bed I can't stop
Leaving because of freedom There's no more room for me Can't look at these trees That raised me Every morning Leaving because This house seems too dark
people There's so much to see if only they'd look this way Garder les yeux ouverts sans voir de liberte Dawa dawa dawa dawa ba genn Wuutu leneen li gen ci man N
(Feat Neneh Cherry) Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane Khamouma li neka thi sama souf ak thi guinaw Beugouma kouma khol oaldine yaw
(feat. Peter Gabriel) September '77 Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko
: He assumed the throne of Cajor And became well-known for his festive reign Where every occasion was reason for Celebration in great style Having inherited
: (Feat Neneh Cherry) Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane Khamouma li neka thi sama souf ak thi guinaw Beugouma kouma khol oaldine yaw
: (feat. Peter Gabriel) September '77 Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko
: Dem dem Dem fan ? Den ndax lan ? Baya ko mom Dem nguir xee bou barri bi Dem ndax teen boh neex bi Teh rapp rek noom noo siy naan Nach bi lakkatouma
: Hey, what are you doing to me? I'm a boy living in Africa. Some of my friends live far away. I want to go to see them but I have no papers. Stand
: Caro amico sconosciuto, io mi sento combattuto tra la voglia di aiutare e i problemi da affrontare nel cercare la risposta mi smarrisco perche so
: Leaving because of freedom There's no more room for me Can't look at these trees That raised me Every morning Leaving because This house seems too