It's like a gaiety, like a smile, something in the voice that seems to say to us, come on, that makes us feel strangely good. It's like all the history, all the black people, that swings between love and despair, something that dances in you. If you have it, you have it, she has it, she has it. This I-know-what, that dances on our steps, that puts us in a good mood. She has it, she has it, she has it, she has it. She has it, she has it, she has it, she has it. She has it, this very small, lively world of souls, this indefinite, simple charm, this little flame. All that God can put in your hands, shows your laughter or your sorrow. But that you are nothing, that you are king, that you are still looking for the powers in you. You see, it doesn't buy you. You have it, you have it, she has it, she has it. This I-know-what, that dances on our steps, that puts us in a good mood. She has it, she has it, she has it, she has it. She has it, she has it, she has it. She has it. This I-know-what. This I-know-what. She has it. She has it, she has it. She has it. She has it. This I-know-what. God in our steps. Who puts us in a good state. She has it, she has it, she has it, she has it. She has it, she has it, she has it. She has it.