Dieu nous a repris Demba
il est parti très jeune
Demba nous a quitté au Senegal, à Dakar,
sans faire de mal à personne dans sa vie

ah Demba
jouer n'enlève pas le sérieux d'une personne

Demba, ceux qui n'ont pas eu la chance de te voir

ont écoute tes bonnes chansons
Demba, ceux qui n'ont pas eu la chance de te voir

connaissent le grand nom que tu as laissé
ceux qui t'ont connu sont d'accord à propos de ton talent
tout le monde le confirme

quand je pense au jour où le corps de Demba a quitté le Sénégal
pour rentrer en Guinée
dans la tristesse des guinéens en pleurs
quand je pense au jour où le corps de Demba est rentré en guinéé
les guinéens pleuraient l'enfant du pays
les amis de Demba en pleurs
le frère Sekou en pleurs
Hamidou, Salifou , Clément
est en pleurs
Bembea Sekou, Ahsken, Korobou, Koulako ne pleuraient pas
que dieu pardonne à Bengali Siaka Mamadi

neither yours nor mine, this time
neither lie nor truth, but life
riddle of your heart and mine
that you have to solve now
and find

on the sea it’s all white
the sand,
as pale as the salt or the snow

the sound of sea

neither right nor wrong, this time
neither lie nor truth, but life
riddle of your heart and mine
that we have to solve now
go-find

on the sea it’s all white
the sand,
as pale as the salt or the snow

the sound of sea-tides

on the sea it’s all white
the sand,
as pale as the salt or the snow

the sound of sea-tides

Blue Jean Baby, stop looking so sad.
I’ve seen the future, it ain’t looking that bad.
The trees were higher, you were still there.
I’m not supposed to tell you anything about it.

You say that all is over now.
But I’ve seen it, you’ll get through somehow.
You must find the way.
Because I’ve seen it, you’ll get through someday.

Blue Jean Baby, what have you done.
You lost all faith in everyone.
But Blue Jean Baby, it can’t be all bad.
Finish this chapter, write another story now.

You say that all is over now.
But I’ve seen it, you’ll get through somehow.
You must find the way.
Because I’ve seen it, you’ll get through someday.

Oh no, no more. No no, I can’t take it anymore.
No no, no more, No no, I can’t take it anymore.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting for that moment to sweep me away.

Goodbye dear friend, goodbye, I’ll never see you again.
Goodbye sweet moon, I dedicate my last song to you.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting for that moment to sweep me away.

Away, away, I want to fly so far away.
Away, away, I want to fly so far away.

Could you be, could you be the stranger that is going to save me.
Reach out your hand, touch me and make me want to live again.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting to be saved or be swept away.

Away, away, I want to fly so far away.
Away, away, I want to fly so far away.

Funk iluminado, bateria da mangueira
Nosso funk ta ligado de segunda a sexta feira

Funk ritmado com cozinha de primeira
Belo funk revoltado no swingue da rockeira

Funk bagunçado descambando em barulheira
Vira funk sossegado do vovô na gafieira

Funk liberado sem receio sem barreira
Pelo funk misturado com forró e capoeira

Povo mal nutrido da caatinga, do cerrado
Vira povo divertido pelo beat do pecado

Povo destemido de miséria ta cercado
Belo povo colorido da mistura derivado

Povo extrovertido generoso e relaxado
Nosso povo é resolvido teje certo teje errado

Povo emputecido com destino complicado
Pelo povo corrompido que se cala no senado