De la compréhension mutuelle en amour, l'acceptation, le pardon de l'autre pour construire ensemble.

Les fléaux qui minent l'Afrique, la corruption, les dictatures, l'excision des femmes.

Savoir aimer à temps sans perdre de temps à jouer avec les sentiments.

Craving I need medecine man , cos I lost all the stuff you can spill with your hands

her face glowing out like a light , so I gotta go go go I know

falling like a daredevil man , she put me under like a witchdoctor's voodoo can

her face takes me back to the night , cant let her go , go ,go

She got me hooked its like i'm baited , anything less is overrated ,she make me feel like I am alright
something to sooth to kill the beast yeah , to kill the beast yeah , I know she make me feel so good

She knows I cant live without a taste of her love potion now , she gets all my illness out she is my

medicine

her vaccine make s me come around , one shot and I become spellbound

she knows hot to cure my droubt she is my medicine .

Drawn in like a siren to land , she got me shipwrecked and im lying face down in the sand
her face turns my badmoon to light , its like she glows glows glows

It’s like a dream an illusion
A wonderfull story you can’t remind
You’re the kind who don’t believe in the future
I am the one who’s stuck in the past

It’s a different view from a different point
Feelings you won’t let Inside
I am here for you but you’re not ready for Two
Standing behind waiting a sign

Chained heart chained
And we will be heart chained
Is it all we need to live together in a way
After all we’ve crossed we need to rest an be safe

It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t follow the Stream
Wind blows and shapes a new wave
I am here with you as long as you want to
Guiding your steps along this way

The sun will rise, the sun will rise in this eternal life again
The sun will rise, the sun will rise in this eternal life again

Ta na poeira nao ta, ta onde for
Ta na poeira nao ta, ta onde for

Funk iluminado, bateria da mangueira
Nosso funk ta ligado de segunda a sexta feira

Funk ritmado com cozinha de primeira
Belo funk revoltado no swingue da rockeira

Funk bagunçado descambando em barulheira
Vira funk sossegado do vovô na gafieira

Funk liberado sem receio sem barreira
Pelo funk misturado com forró e capoeira

Povo mal nutrido da caatinga, do cerrado
Vira povo divertido pelo beat do pecado

Povo destemido de miséria ta cercado
Belo povo colorido da mistura derivado

Povo extrovertido generoso e relaxado
Nosso povo é resolvido teje certo teje errado

Povo emputecido com destino complicado
Pelo povo corrompido que se cala no senado