Come with me to Africa by the Jacaranda tree In the shade we will sit so contemplatorySpeak of the Takula Sheep, the python eat the stoopWe'll swat away the flocks and drink a little soupCome with me to Africa by the Jacaranda treeIn the shade we will sit so contemplatorySpeak of the Takula Sheep, the python eat the stoopWe'll swat away the flocks and drink a little soupCome with me my brother, we can take the free trainThrough the Scotch land and the townships, where the faces look the sameSpeak not of what we know, of that child that used to beThe reality they told us of the way it had to beSpeak not of what we know, of that child that used to beBack we could remember, oh that burning sunSugar cane, lack of rain, Jacob's Ladder in the dayAlong the sandy beaches of the Lido BayMonu me bili me tatu, mama kalili lo senseSenza lo fiza, mama kaliza, monu me bili me tatuOye oye oye oye oye oye oye