Look there, my city
It's called Bidon,
Bidon, Bidon, Shantytown
Living there, it's tough
The girls who have soft skin
Sell it to eat
In the rooms, grass grows
To sleep there, you have to push yourself
The kids play
But the ball is a can of sardines, Bidon

Give me your hand, comrade
You who come from a country
Where men are beautiful
Give me your hand, comrade
I have five fingers, too
We can believe we are equal

Look there, my city
It's called Bidon
Bidon, Bidon, Shantytown
Why should I leave here, what's the point?
Why do you want me to lose myself in your cities?
What's the point?
I would always see shit
Even in the blue of the sea
I would sleep on millions
I would always see Bidon again

Give me your hand, comrade
You who come from a country
Where men are beautiful
Give me your hand, comrade
I have five fingers, too
We can believe we are equal

Shake my hand, comrade
I say "goodbye"
I say "see you soon"

Soon, soon
We can talk, comrade
Soon, soon
We can embrace, comrade
Soon, soon
The birds, the gardens, the waterfalls
Soon, soon
The sun will dance, comrade
Soon, soon
I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you, comrade!

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