ENG:

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
I'm a black --- a black sister, black mother, black woman.
How many times do I have to cry over you, my black son, black brother, black father?
If the heart stacked against you not enough
How do you forget all the pain endured by my foremothers, forefathers and ancestors?
Mmm, mmm, mmmmmm.
I cry for black girls, black boys, growing up without fathers.
You are the muse of my blues I hate when you called and no good dirt beats heart breaker. Mmm.
For the sake of our love tread the righteous road
You only have a man when behind closed bars I cry I need you home and free with me.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Kudos to all my strong black brothers and a freedom road.
Thank you for all your contribution to my world.
Who would have thought you'd be king in a land where once our ancestors were but sold enslaved my love.
Who are black brothers? Who are black brothers?
Who are black men? Who are black brothers?
I say, who are black brothers, who are black men?

FR:

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
Je suis une ---, une sœur noire, une mère noire, une femme noire.
Combien de fois dois-je pleurer pour toi, mon fils noir, frère noir, père noir ?
Si le cœur empilé contre toi ne suffit pas
Comment peux-tu oublier toute la douleur endurée par mes aïeux, ancêtres et prédécesseurs ?
Mmm, mmm, mmmmmm.
Je pleure pour les filles noires, les garçons noirs, grandissant sans père.
Tu es la muse de mon blues, je déteste quand tu as appelé et que ce sale cœur briseur bat encore. Mmm.
Pour l'amour de notre amour, marche sur la route droite.
Tu es seulement un homme lorsque tu es enfermé, je pleure, j'ai besoin de toi à la maison, libre et avec moi.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Bravo à tous mes frères noirs forts et à une route vers la liberté.
Merci pour toutes vos contributions à mon monde.
Qui aurait cru que tu serais roi dans un pays où autrefois nos ancêtres étaient vendus comme esclaves, mon amour.
Qui sont les frères noirs ? Qui sont les frères noirs ?
Qui sont les hommes noirs ? Qui sont les frères noirs ?
Je demande, qui sont les frères noirs, qui sont les hommes noirs ?

From day to day i see a face

Thinking i’m a fraud i must confess

I’ve climbed so high i’m scared to fall

They’ll see i’m not worth it all

Each step i take

It’s not fading away

Each move i make

A new part in the play

I think too much

I’ve seen enough today to tell my story

I think too much

I’ve learned along the way to say i’m sorry

I remember,
The afternoons of make believe and
Music,
Oh how we’d sing and shout!
And I’m wondering,
How long before we’ll all be leaving,
Every time that I’m in your house.

I can hear it,
The symphony of pots and pans and
Father,
As quiet as a mouse,
Please forgive me,
The way that I still clitter clatter,
Every time that I’m in your house.

Guess it’s only,
Another four walls and a staircase,
I know,
It’s time that I got out,
But Mother,
Your voice is in the walls of this place,
Every time that I’m in your house.

First light in Mendoza,
I felt a little closer,
When I called you on a telephone card,
I was danced off my feet,
I had nowhere to sleep,
The pisco had left me off guard.

And the tears fell like rain,
Rolling across the plain,
Wind calling your name,
In the Plaza Independencia,
At the sunrise you were there,
In the breeze I swear,
I could see your hair,
Floating across the square.

I was lost with the lingo,
Well, call me a gringo,
Sin encanto por señoritas,
The quiet of dawn,
Had me feeling forlorn,
Somewhere they were playing guitars.

And the tears fell like rain,
Rolling across the plain,
Wind calling your name,
In the Plaza Independencia,
At the sunrise you were there,
In the breeze I swear,
I could see your hair,
Floating across the square.