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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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