B: They arrested me one night
when the cold was like a razor
Rue de Flandres, far from the country
Between the crack and the dagger
Question of skin-question of vein and color
T: I hid like a fox
Landing gear of an airplane
In the container of a boat
in the bedroom air of a truck
Question of skin-question of vein and color
Chorus: Arrive, at the bottom of the corridors
Work illegally until death
Illegals, hunted ©s by the police
Silent on the edge of the precipice
B:It is on the surface that we explain the bloody forest and the horror
T:If Charles Taylor c it's Africa, it's better to announce the color
Question of skin-question of vein and misfortune
Music and musicians from Africa-you have to see the immigration of whites
We can die , it's very ethnic, with the extreme anointing of the great
Question of skin-question of vein and color
Question of too much-question of luck-margin of error
Chorus: Arriving, at the bottom of the corridors
Working undeclared until death
Illegals, hunted down by the police
Silent on the edge of the precipice

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