Already eaten,
he went to rest
ludged by the mosquito nets
and by the noise in the kitchen,
by the half-open windows,
reflections on the wall,
br/>and some abstract thing
took over me,
I felt like I was speaking softly so as not to disturb,
and it was like a bad thing from Africa,
a bad thing from Africa africa.
Saturday night I'm a dreamer
I can't live without you
on my own lies a photograph
please come back and stand by me.
With the chairs
sitting in the street,
shorts and a t-shirt
because of the heat it was.
At the window behind the bars
my father was combing his hair,
the smell of glitter
took over me.
The pleasure of feeling together to criticize,
and it was like an African evil,
African evil.
Saturday night I'm a dreamer...
At the window behind the bars
my father was combing his hair,
the smell of glitter
took over me.
The pleasure of feeling together to criticize,
and it was like an African evil,
African evil.

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