(Music: F. Ferber; Lyrics: Marta Jandová)
Africa, a woman
nonne really knows her name Africa,
and anyway we drain the juice from her vains She is
black And her curls are the theads Of centruries
Higher, she wants higher
Africa, how depp the wells of dark muddy water Africa,
how far does she have to go thought floods of infected
Green is mixing with red Laying ill on the world's bed
Higher, she wants higher And the enemy In her bed She
is killing Thought her ego
Africa, a woman
nonne really knows her name Africa,
and anyway we drain the juice from her vains She is
black And her curls are the theads Of centruries
Higher, she wants higher
Africa, how depp the wells of dark muddy water Africa,
how far does she have to go thought floods of infected
Green is mixing with red Laying ill on the world's bed
Higher, she wants higher And the enemy In her bed She
is killing Thought her ego
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