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. It's like all the history, all the black people, that swings between love and despair, something that dances in you. Ella, this little one on the world of souls, it's an infinite charm, this little flame. It's all that God can put in your hands, show your laugh or your grumble. But that you are nothing, that you are king, you are still looking for the powers that are in you. You see, it doesn't buy you, you have it, you have it, Ella, Ella. Ella, this little one on the world of souls, it's an infinite charm, this little flame. Ella, Ella, Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella, Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella. Ella, Ella.