My dark skin

Silence keeps me disordered
I need you with me here
And everyone else in a beat environment in the city
It has much to do with the African affairs
And our white skin soldiers political and fair
Gathered in a restaurant
You dancing with the waiter's son
Anyone's got a black cigar?
Anyone at all?

So watch me take off this dark skin, the dresses and the fair
Everyone else in a beat environment in the city!
There is dancing on these tables and in the squares
And the solitary they whisper like the dead
'Cause all of these fights keep hunting us in the night
All of the great politicians with sweat in their eyes