Africanos En Madrid
Amistades Peligrosas
Africans In Madrid
The night turns to esparto
When the farewell arrives
There's a space just right, for the stowaway
He left far from home
With his heart on the road
In exchange for that passage, he sold his soul to the devil
Today I saw him pass by again
Somewhat sad but kind
Always tireless
After bread and salt
Today I saw him pass by again
His eyes were cheerful
Someone gave him brief news
From his hometown
The sin of being: Africans in Madrid
I opened my eyes to see, that the sun doesn't reach here
The sin of being: Ebony, blood, and ivory
If you look beneath his skin, there's the same heart
Perhaps with a bit of luck, you'll make it to Gran Vía
Without the police asking for your passport
If the moon is on your side, by chance he'll have his bed
Made of leaves and branches, in Plaza de España
Today I saw him pass by again
Somewhat sad but kind
Always tireless
After bread and salt
Today I saw him pass by again
His eyes were cheerful
Someone gave him brief news
From his hometown
The sin of being: Africans in Madrid
I opened my eyes to see, that the sun doesn't reach here
The sin of being: Ebony, blood, and ivory
If you look beneath his skin, there's the same heart
The sin of being: Africans in Madrid
I opened my eyes to see, that the sun doesn't reach here
The sin of being: Ebony, blood, and ivory
If you look beneath his skin, there's the same heart
The sin of being: Africans in Madrid
I opened my eyes to see, that the sun doesn't reach here
The sin of being: Ebony, blood, and ivory
If you look beneath his skin, there's the same heart
