African Tour [English translation]
African Tour [English translation]
Our villages are getting far already
Some ghosts accompany me
There will be deserts, mountains
To be crossed until Spain
And then... Inch'allah
We have bad shoes
Money sewn into our linings
The smugglers must await us
The little we have they will take it
And then...
Is Europe well guarded ?
I don't know
Are the customs armed ?
We will see
If I am told, to each his home
Me, I'm fine with that, except that in my home
Except that in my home, there is nothing
No lounge, no kitchen
The children are chewing on roots
Nothing more than a square of dust
A mattress thrown on the ground
Above... Inch'allah
You might imagine
That I made all those kilometers
All this hope, all this courage
To stop against a fence
Is Europe well guarded ?
I don't know
Are the customs going to shoot ?
We will see
If I am told, to each his home
Me, I'm fine with that, except that in my home
Except that in my home, there is nothing
I don't know
We will see
Me, I'm fine with that
Except that in my home...
Half a scaffolding
I'm not asking for more
A mere nothing, a word, a gesture
Give me all you have left
And then...
I don't know
We will see
Me, I'm fine with that
except that in my home...
Our villages are getting far already...
- Artist:Francis Cabrel
- Album:Des roses et des orties