Agatha, don't lie to me!
Agatha, don't lie to me!
He's not my son,
You know that.
He's not my son ,
We can see it clearly.
He's not my son,
Even if he's yours.
Agatha you're lying!
I'm telling you that you lied to me.
Ah yes, you heard me clearly, eh.
Myself, your husband, did I ask you to lie to me?
Huh ? eh? eh? eh?
Your child, your son there,
Everyone sees that he's not mine.
But how can you come and tell me anything, Agatha?
You are black from head to toe, like me.
So how could you give birth to a white child,
And who is mine?
Ha ha ha ha ha...
Agatha, don't lie to me!
Agatha, don't lie to me!
He's not my son,
You know that.
He's not my son,
We can see that clearly.
He's not my son,
Even if he's yours.
Agatha, you think I'm completely crazy, eh?
Look, you have every right to pour me a little more palm wine,
But don't lie to me!
No, no, no, no.
Your child there,
It's been more than a month since the child was born,
And until now he has not still not decided to take the local color.
And you maintain that he is my son!
Hey! Agatha, really!
What is this big lie that you are telling me like that in broad daylight in front of everyone?
Hey! Pour me a drink, pour me a drink!
That's a good deal at least.
Agatha, don't lie to me!
Agatha, don't lie to me!
He's not my son,
You know that.
He's not my son,
We can see that clearly.
He's not my son,
Even if it's yours.
Ah! My mother! My mother was very right, eh!
She was very right when she repeated to me:
Son, facing femme there , elle You will see all the colors! It is moi Who the the dis! Of all THE colors.
And she started by making me a white son,
And she maintains that he is my son,
And she believes that I am going to fall into the trap, like an imbecile.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
But now that you have decided to give me children of all colors like that, Agatha,
Tell me the next one, what will it be like?
One day you're going to make me a green child here; you will come and lie to me again, that he is black.
I warn you, if you have a green child,
Just tell me that the child is green,
Don't don't lie to me that he's black!
Ha ha ha...
Children of all colors,
All colors.
Agatha, don't lie to me !
Agatha, don't lie to me!
He's not my son,
You know that.
He's not my son,
We see it clearly.
He's not my son,
Even if he's yours.
Finally, you're lucky, eh, Agatha!
You have lucky because it was King Solomon himself who told me that I must keep this child,
And consider him as my own son.
Because a child, 'he comes from heaven or hell,
Whether he is white or black or yellow or even red,
A child is always a child.
I tell you that you You're lucky Agatha!
But be careful, don't come and lie to me again, eh!
Huh! Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha.
Uh huh... Uh huh...
Agatha, don't lie to me!
Agatha, don't lie to me!
That's not he's not my son,
You know that well.
He's not my son,
We can see that clearly.
He's not my son,
Even if it's yours.
Whether it's red, whether it's yellow, whether it's green, whether it's blue,
Any color,
br/>A child is always a child...
That's what King Solomon told me.
And yes! Agatha, pour me some palm wine!
Heh heh... Heh heh...
Wherever it comes from, heaven or hell,
br/>A child is always a child.
So, Agatha, you can't fool me.
Pour me some more palm wine...
Ha ha ha ha ...

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