African Tour

 

Our villages are already going away

Some ghosts accompany me

There will be deserts, mountains

To be crossed until Spain

And after … Inch’allah

 

We have bad shoes

Money sewn in our linings

The smugglers have to wait for us

Few things we have they will take it

And after…

 

Is Europe well guarded?

I know nothing about it

Are the customs officers armed?

We’ll see

If I’m told it’s everyone in his home

I do not mind, except that at home

Except that there’s nothing at home

 

No lounge, no kitchen

Children are chewing roots

Just a square of dust

A mattress thrown on the ground

Above… Inch’allah

 

You might imagine

That I made all these kilometers

All this hope, all this courage

To stop against a fence

 

Is Europe well guarded?

I know nothing about it

Are the customs officers going to shoot?

We’ll see

If I’m told it’s everyone in his home

I do not mind, except that at home

Except that there’s nothing at home

 

 

 

I know nothing about it

We’ll see

I do not mind

Except that at home …

 

Half scaffolding

I ask no more

Nothing, a word, a gesture

Give me all that you have left

And after …

 

I know nothing about it

We’ll see

I do not mind

Except that at home …

 

Already our villages go away …