Jouons au football
le sport national pour le peuple
allons marquer le but

Allons chercher la victoire pour le peuple
rendons le pays fier de nous

Obaluaê Nanã Obaluaê
Obaluaê Nanã Obaluaê

It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will 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 shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall 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 shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…

I go where

The golden glints gather
I follow
Their lights and I whisper

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I’m fed up with the gloomy, the dark and the grim

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I wanna have the sun everyday on my skin

They’ll take me

To the borders of the world
Where the seas

Fall in the Milky Way

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I’m fed up with the gloomy, the dark and the grim

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I wanna have the sun everyday on my skin

I will kiss
The sea drops in the air
Should I jump?
Please just remember that …

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I’m fed up with the gloomy, the dark and the grim

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I wanna have the sun everyday on my skin