I Felt The Weight Of The Past

In Black Africa, One Does Not Strike, One Does Not Express, One Walks Right.

You Arrive At A Village, And In This Calm Environment, One Starts To Hear Echo.

To Take Part In This Brothel Through The Payment Of My Taxes, That Had Become To Me Unbearable.

When One Sings, One Does Not Speak About The Problems Of The Every Day. One Speaks About The Things Which Inspire Us, Which Helped Us.

After A Desperate Fight, To Know To Congratulate Your Opponent, If He Has Beaten You, To Shake His Hand And Go For A Drink With Him, In My Eyes These Things Are Particularly Important.