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  • I just wanna live.

    Yeah, just the way you read it.

    I just wanna live.

    Does it sound strange?

    A little boy from Senegal cries.

    Tears of sorrow come

    Down his black deep eyes

    My little friend,

    Why do you cry?

    He looks at me, talks

    Fast, softly. Shouts

    In silent despair.

    But I don’t understand.

    He’s clever and fast

    He starts talking our

    Strange language at last.

    Tears of sorrow come

    Down his black deep eyes

    My little friend,

    Why do you cry?

    In Africa I woke up

    I ate and run

    I knew how to hide

    I know how to hunt

    I could play with friends

    All day long, inside

    Outside, in somebody’s

    Poor little house.

    In Africa I was free.

    Here I’m surrounded

    By white strong walls

    With strange windows,

    With closed doors.

    In Africa I was free.

    Here the street is danger

    People is danger,

    Cars are danger,

    Air smells strange and

    Here I cannot even

    Little animals see.

    Have you seen a lion run?

    Have you heard the sound

    Of a bright starry sky?

    Here you think it’s good

    And you have plenty of food

    You throw away water

    You need money to matter

    But you don’t know

    You are not and

    You’ve never been

    Free.

    But in Africa

    I was free.

    Tears of sorrow come

    Down his black deep eyes

    My little friend,

    Why do you cry?

    I just want to be

    I just want to feel

    I just want to run

    I just want to see

    I just want to live

    I just want to go back

    I just want to be free

    One more time.

    Tears of sorrow come

    Down her black deep eyes

    My dear friend,

    Why do you cry?

    You listened to my son

    He doesn’t like it

    He doesn’t want

    To go on.

    I’m sending his freedom

    Away just for free

    Because I saw on TV

    We need money to be

    Someone, something,

    Or just to be.

    But you get used

    To closing the door

    To being alone

    To share no more.

    But yoy just get used

    To be one more

    Living alone

    Thinking you have

    A someone.

    But you get used

    To live surrounded

    By walls, by doors,

    By invisible prisons,

    To dream you have

    A little bit more.

    But I have to say

    I cry also every day

    Cause I crave to be

    Once again running free.

    Tears of sorrow come

    Down her hazel eyes

    My dear student,

    Why do you cry?

    I don’t like this city

    I don’t want this place

    I want to fly back

    To my house in the

    Big open space.

    There I can go and come

    Wherever I want.

    I had to help grandpa

    And mum and granny

    But I could play

    But I could run

    And I could have fun.

    Here I go to school

    I study during the afternoon

    I work in summer

    So I can have money

    And party hard.

    But all I want

    Is to go back.

    I want to be calm

    Just once again.

    I want to have time

    To watch and learn.

    I know you like it

    I know you’re fine

    But it’s cause you never

    Had your turn to see

    What it really means

    To have fun,

    To be free.

    Tears of sorrow come

    Down her hazel eyes

    My dear student,

    Why do you cry?

    All I want is to go back

    All I want is to be me

    All I want is my time

    To be who I wanna be

    And not what you tell me.

    I just want to be free.

    I listen to them

    Three persons

    Two days.

    And I ponder.

    What if apart from work

    Apart from money

    Apart from sport

    Apart from shopping

    Apart from TV

    We had time to see

    We had time to think?

    And I wonder how

    Can I change it,

    How can I be me?

    Because I don’t want

    To work,

    To shop,

    To watch TV

    And think I’m happy

    And think I’m free.

    Tears of sorrow come

    Down my brown eyes

    My dear me,

    Why do you cry?

    I want some calm

    I want to think

    I want to feel

    I want to see

    I want to have

    The time to be

    The person hidden

    Inside of me.

    I want to be free

    And be able to be me.

    I just wanna live.

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