2019.02.07.
My Man (Letter to Nelson Mandela)
My manI slept missing you
And I dreamed about your freedom
Walking freely
Like us
Below the Sun in Joannesburgo
My man walking by the park
Without noticing the existence of white (people)
And without seeing that there were black (people)
Through the ghettos
They are white and black brothers
In the ghettos, they are white and black brother
My man
In my dream, we slept hugged and
We loved each other
Sweet kisses, tenderness and affection
I went alone to Namibia
And from there I went to Luanda
Along with the Amandia's artists
To sing prayers in a komba
From there I went to Kizomba
There, in the Zoombie's lands
There, in the Palmares Zoombie's lands
There, in the Zoombie's lands
So... So I saw white and black
I remembered 'Apartheid'
In the middle of the party
I got sad without cry
My man
I wanna cry
When will my dream, my man
Will be sweet dreaming
Man....
My man