Africa! my home..
The sole of peace
Your brothers are now your fathers
Of all the fame of man..
Of all poetry there's love
Great love of Elysium..
Here, our love begin today, believe..it will not die
No birds fly in the sky without reason
Its the dehumanization in man
That make birds fly in sky
Halve of the breez that
What pains.. we are born to die
Love the spring of untouched
Our love begins here today
This is not the cry of a canary nor the wail of a woman
Let's say rather, a pain of the heart
We've waited for centuries on this ill planet to tell the stories of our mother