Testo:
Africa, a woman
noone realy knows her name
Africa, an anyway
we drain the juice from her vains
She is black
And her curls are the threads
Of centuries
Higher, she wants higher
Africa, how deep the wells
of dark muddy water
Africa, how far does she have to go
through floods of infected resin
Green is mixing with red
Laying ill on the worldґs bed
Higher, she wants higher
And the enemy
In her bed
She is killing
Through her ego
noone realy knows her name
Africa, an anyway
we drain the juice from her vains
She is black
And her curls are the threads
Of centuries
Higher, she wants higher
Africa, how deep the wells
of dark muddy water
Africa, how far does she have to go
through floods of infected resin
Green is mixing with red
Laying ill on the worldґs bed
Higher, she wants higher
And the enemy
In her bed
She is killing
Through her ego
