I know very well that, rue d'Belleville,
Nothing is done for me,
But I am in a beautiful city:
That's already it.
So far from my antelopes,
I walk quietly.
Walking in a European city,
It's already like that.
Oh, oh , oh, and I dream
That Sudan, my country, suddenly rises...
Oh, oh,
Dreaming is already that, it It's already that.
There's a green plastic bag
At the end of my arm.
In my green bag, there's air:
That's already it.
When I dance while walking
In these djellabas,
It made passers-by smile:
It's already there That.
Oh, oh, oh, and I dream
That Sudan, my country, suddenly rises...
Oh, oh,
Dream, it’s already that, it’s already that,
It’s already that, already that.
Already.. .
To want beautiful music,
Sudan, my Sudan,
For a democratic air,
We'll break your teeth.
To want the world spoken,
Sudan, my Sudan,
The one of the exchanged word,
They break your teeth.
Oh, oh, oh, and I dream
That Sudan, my country, suddenly rises up...
Oh, oh,
Dreaming, it's already there, it's already That's it.
I'm sitting on rue d'Belleville
In the middle of a crowd,
And there, time, hemophiliac,
Flows.
Oh, oh, oh, and I dream
That Sudan, my country, suddenly rises...
Oh, oh,
Dreaming is already a, that's already it.
Oh, oh, oh, and I dream
That suddenly, my country, Sudan, rises up...
Oh, oh ,
Dreaming, that's already it, that's already that.
It's... already... I... that.

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