Lyrics:
I know that Street Belleville,
Nothing is done for me,
But I am in a beautiful city:
It's something.
So far my antelopes,
I walk softly.
Walking in a European city,
It's something.
Oh, oh, oh, and I dream
As Sudan, my country suddenly rises ...
Oh, oh,
Dream, that's something, that's something.
There's a green plastic bag
At the end of my arm.
My green bag, there is air:
It's something.
When I dance walking
In these djellaba,
It's smiling passers
It's something.
Oh, oh, oh, and I dream
As Sudan, my country suddenly rises ...
Oh, oh,
Dream, that's something, that's something,
That's something, something.
Already ...
To want beautiful music,
Sudan, Sudan I,
For a democratic air,
It t'casse teeth.
To want the world spoke
Sudan, Sudan I,
One of the words exchanged,
It t'casse teeth.
Oh, oh, oh, and I dream
As Sudan, my country suddenly rises ...
Oh, oh,
Dream, that's something, that's something.
I'm sitting in Belleville Street
In the midst of a crowd,
And then, over time, hemophilia,
Flows.
Oh, oh, oh, and I dream
As Sudan, my country suddenly rises ...
Oh, oh,
Dream, that's something, that's something.
Oh, oh, oh, and I dream
Suddenly, my country, Sudan raises ...
Oh, oh,
Dream, that's something, that's something.
This is ... die ... ja ... this.
Funmi Tofowomo Okelola
-In the absence of greatness, mediocrity thrives.

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