I am in love with a wild land
A voodoo sorcerer has painted my face
His gris-gris follows me to the sound of the tam-tams
Scent of magic on my white woman's skin

Africa
I want to dance
Like you
To offer myself to your law
Africa
To move to make me
Sick of you
And to obey your voice
Africa

I dance barefoot under a red sun
The gods on their knees have a moving heart
The fire of my body becomes a rebel
The cry of the gurus has torn the sky

Africa
I want to dance
Like you
To offer myself to your law
Africa
To move to make me
Sick of you
And to obey your voice
Africa

Dangerous and sensual, under your sweet rain
Panther or gazelle, I have laid down
In the hollow of your claws I have returned
In the shadow of the huts I will make my tribe

Africa
I want to dance
Like you
To offer myself to your law
Africa
To move to make me
Sick of you
And to obey your voice
Africa, Africa, Africa

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