This song is respectfully dedicated to yaguine koita and fodé tounkara. rip
Between conakry and brussels
Thousands of feet above the sea,
They carried out a dream
On a crinkled frozen sheet.
We go south to travel,
They come north and drown.
It's never suicide, but a desire to survive.
Was there any place left for them to hope for life?
They crawled to address our masters,
They hoped, begged them for a favour.
What a stupid world we're living in
Step out! emancipate the puppets
Cast out! kouchner from foreign affairs.
No fucking way !
Time out, they wail for redemption from the fangs of terror.
Tear out the bounds from evils that bleed you white. is it now too late for them to come back?
Fuck it!
People for whom culture exalts life
Live in a country where politics dash for death.
Their ancestors were recruited for a war that wasn't theirs.
The sands of the sahara took many disoriented young brothers.
