Africa Paga

We were nothing more than an armed band.
Looking for a place anywhere.
And even if I walk... I will never arrive.
And even if I walk... I will never arrive.

I looked for a chord... I lost my band.
The dry champagne... was my downfall.
Any decision is suicide here.

We will go together... we will shoot,
everything is better than staying to watch.

We will go together... towards hell,
if a bullet crosses our path.

In the recruitment office
Africa pays... Africa waits.
You have a man who will kill for you.

We will go together... we will shoot,
everything is better than staying to watch.

We will go together... towards hell,
if a bullet crosses our path.

In the recruitment office,
a mercenary... with a dry throat.
Any decision is suicide here.

We will go together... we will shoot,
everything is better than staying to watch.

We will go together, towards hell,
if a bullet crosses our path.

What bullet crosses our path
AFRICA.