I want to run
To walk in the streets
In the streets of Africa
To find myself in the plains
Ask her to teach me
The wisdom it shelters
For for me
Mass is said
I want to bow
Before this beauty
Which is said to me
I want to see him gallop
In my field
In my field of optics
His striped hair
To give him the answer
To make the lionesses roar
And to hear myself moan
To become voiceless
Mass is said
I want to bow
Before this beauty
Which is said to me
I want to bow
I want to throw myself into the water
And swim with
The herds of wildebeest
Then to lie down
On the ground
In the middle of these wild grasses
Lulled by this wind which consoles
And that there is have more than us
Let there be more than us
And let there be more than us