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Me, I don't know how to speak your formal French
But I have come to tell you what I do know The state of affairs is grave, in our thoughts,
is too much death by dint of knocking on the door to success
Without success What hurts me
Is that when I talk No one wants to listen
The authorities have othersto whip Until poverty's brakes have been cut.
Poverty cannot be stopped, It races along, striking at random
If you saw what it has done in our neighbourhoods You, yes even you, would take pity on us
Today, we each do what we can to run and to hide,
filling the churches and the mosques We have entrusted our fate to God
Because our leaders have turned a blind eye
Me, I do not know your French It's true, but what I see there,
Won't let me keep quiet It is us, we are there,
Or our future is in prison For how long, we do not know
No one listens to our pardons We double up our effort and each day our courage,
But unemployment Continues to climb in the polls
Could you counter its popularity Very serenely, it advances without worry
We would confront it but have no arms All we have in our hands
Are our tears Old men who try with strong hearts
End up in chains in Maca or Willi Those with weak hearts end up on the
Floor Following a short and sudden illness
In every case, there is chaos
Whether it be Alpha or Tiken Dja, we are K.O. They say patience is a golden path
But for us, The price of perseverance, is death
We are tired of shouting No one listens
And you know why, All our leaders
Have blocked their ears
Me, I do not know your French But what I do know is
that all our youngsters Are doing hard labour
That it is Mugabe That being well-dressed does not mean being
well off That not everyone who goes to Sococé
shops There is too much offloading in this system
Our schools are left to fend for themselves If you know your books, that's your problem
We gave our all at school We didn't hold back
And today, what do we harvest But the galley that shows us its ***
We are rich with worries When we sleep,
Only our eyes are still Because our thoughts are ablaze 24/7
We are in Abidjan But we live as we did in the country
As we were born, soon we will die We do not know the taste of champagne
Seated below the silo of desolation We ask of the authorities a bit of wheat
But the state coffers Are permanently constipated
We are in many At no longer fearing hell
But what is it we are already living We are discouraged
But we can no longer feel angry Because you get angry and then behind you,
there is nothing and no one That is why, we cannot declare
War on anyone Our hearts are fiery but we wait
Because we know, we have no support Me, I don't know your formal French
But I have told you what I know Now I shall go,
I leave you in peace.