(Chorus)
East Harlem, São Paulo
Nice, Marseille, Chicago
Queens, Brooklyn, Buenos Aires
Caracas yeah! Liège, Brussels
Berlin, Sydney, Tunis, La Goulette
Baltimore, Phillie, Boston, Vegas, roulettes
Geneva, Cape Town, Montreal, Mexico
London, Paris, Montevideo!
(Verse 1)
The family spread across the four corners of the globe
Pépé at the table chewing a cigarette
Lord on the docks, armada on the quays
Drawing in blue ink on tanned skin
The sun at the zenith, and like a hook in the liver
We think so to all our brothers exiled in the cold
Toothpick in our mouth, polarized us
at eleven years already out of school
Workers tough people taking on the tasks that no one wanted
We travel everywhere when Rome collapses and
Our sails inflated on the ships of Mare Nostrum
Four stars on the jersey , four big cuts!
Now, open your eyes, this wall is made of bricks
We took it everywhere and built these countries solidly
Respect us for ç a, and yeah we love everyone
But we love each other a little more than the others
One foot at Lucius, the second at Lucie
European Negroes, that's what the Nazis called us
Our families fled to a better world
Oriundi, ritals from the outside!
(Chorus)
East Harlem, Sao Paulo
br/>Nice, Marseille, Chicago
Queens, Brooklyn, Buenos Aires
Caracas yeah! Liège, Brussels
Berlin, Sydney, Tunis, La Goulette
Baltimore, Phillie, Boston, Vegas, roulettes
Geneva, Cape Town, Montreal, Mexico
London, Paris, Montevideo!
(Verse 2)
People hate us, or they love us too much
We're not all the mafiosi we see on the news
Too passionate, we often smile
In two seconds, we go from ridiculous to moving
We disrupt order, organize a mess
We have a broken voice since we got the snot!
It's all about food, there's plenty of time at the table
Or two hours at the café under the arcades
We breathe life and death we the trouble
In the classic Fiat 500, we take you for a ride
It's true that often, I think we show off too much
When the TV reality brushes our ego
We seem arrogant, stupid and superficial
They need stereotypes, not very super loyal
Little hypocrites, we are the kind of people who say everything
in our place, no one will, so: Long live us!
We scattered, raised with the whip
It's the nostalgia of the country, these links which connect us
I think of Pépé when he saw New York through the hatch
And that 'he ended his life in Brooklyn
Oriundi!
(Chorus)
East Harlem, Sao Paulo
Nice, Marseille, Chicago
Queens, Brooklyn, Buenos Aires
br/>Caracas yeah! Liège, Brussels
Berlin, Sydney, Tunis, La Goulette
Baltimore, Phillie, Boston, Vegas, roulettes
Geneva, Cape Town, Montreal, Mexico
London, Paris, Montevideo!

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