Traditional song from Africa

I don't know what
he does to impress mehe puts his hands on meand it's always killing me
I don't know what he
tries to do with mehe sings a song to meand it's always killing me
I know i'm all wrong therefor nothing comparesmy precious libertyso please get away from me
Oh oh, we could meet in a parkthen we'll do any-anything you liketurn the black into an amazing whiteand then i'll tell you that i love you

I don't know how
he hypnothises mehe puts his hands on meand it's always killing me
I know i'm all wrong therefor nothing comparesmy precious libertyso please get away from me
Oh oh little man you look likeyou won't forget to meet me in the parkbut just in case you never come backi want to mention that i love you

It’s not those mics called the overheadsAnd it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my handsNo they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for youWill you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
We’ll have to gambleConceal our secretsWe’ll have to set asideOur rusty stringsLead and metals pointed upon usOur disclocated concertoShine and shine with our groovy frequenciesShall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?
You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tuneWouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?Untuned…

The legend of the marvellousJourneys and heroic deedsThe many adventuresOf Prince Bova
The mighty BogatyrBegins with the tale of his insidious mother
Militrisa KirtiervnaPlotted the deathOf her husbandTsar GuidonSo she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threwBova into a dungeonMilitrisa’s maternal heartWas deeply touched
The mighty BogatyrAnd so she helped Bova to escape
His two great powers:Unparalleled strengthAnd unearthly beautyEnabled himTo defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna
He then married herAnd he too became a TsarThey had a sonWhom they also called Bova
The mighty BogatyrEnds with the tale of his handsome boy
Bova the elderWhen his son grew upReturned homeCraving for revengeHe beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place

Good byeFarewell
Today I leaveI can take a plane to anywhereI wonder where you are and if you care
I think I’ll go to SaltaA city located inArgentinaI was told there is a Moon ValleyYou might be sleeping there wearily

I’d wake you up with a kiss you’d be my magical dream
Life is quite curiousLove is fairly viciousI’m kind of hilariousAll the time
That’s my remedyTo this huge comedyI laugh and I peeOn the timeAnd I walk on spaceTo ward off my silly fate
If you’re not in SaltaI’ll move up to South Bolivia
To UyuniYou might be waiting on l’Isla Del SolSitting on a giant cactus tree
And if I don’t find you thereI will take a chance on the
Easter IslandIt all comes down to magic over thereIt’s full of stones and undiscovered caves

There’ll be a gentle spirit to interfere