The morning was already the same,
I accidentally destroyed a glass
And this afternoon everything is going wrong,
It really is not normal
It is Sunday, a day of peace,
Of rest and tranquility
The pots are still uncleaned,
But I have priority
I'm not complaining, it could be worse,
I could be king of the world with no one around
Being someone who does everything backwards
Being black in Mauritania, in 2003.
My neighbor Juan Villar,
He has a dog and he won't stop barking
A One of these days I'm going to poison him,
And I'm going to adopt the dog
Sunday is already gone,
And tomorrow it all starts again
Until Friday I have so much to do,
A thousand businesses to attend to
But I'm not complaining, it could be worse
I could be king of the world with no one around
Being someone who does everything backwards
Being a child in India, in 2003.
(But it doesn't have to be like that,
Everything depends on you and me)
I don't complain...
Being a child in the India,
Being a girl in China,
Being black in Mauritania, in 2003