African In Paris (Africain à Paris)

English translation

African In Paris

Mama, I'm thinking about you, I'm writing you
From a three stars hotel in Cachan
You see, you shouldn't tremble, here
I have a roof and some money
We live here together, we survive,
We lack almost nothing
It's neither hell nor heaven
To be an African in Paris
 
(Refrain) x2
 
Oh, oh! Somewhat in exile,
A stranger in your city,
I'm an African in Paris
 
Did you know that the promised us some seats?
But it's in the air,
They're not first class seats,
It's a bird called 'Charter'
While waiting for the bird to take off,
With your black hands with magic fingers,
Stir around the cooking pots
A maafe-tasting sun
 
(Refrain) x2
 
Oh, oh! Somewhat in exile,
A stranger in your city,
I'm an African in Paris
 
And from Sunday to Sunday as well,
All I do is work
You see, I'm quite lucky here,
Soon I'll get my papers
Mama, I know that you use to
Go into a panic too fast,
Please don't you worry
If you hear an hotel burned down
 
(Refrain) x4
 
Oh, oh! Somewhat in exile,
A stranger in your city,
I'm an African in Paris
 
Submitted by crimson_antics on Thu, 09/03/2017 - 12:38
Added in reply to request by Green_Sattva
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