Poc li denté é tcheu
Mi ja N oiá kma vida li ta mute difísil
Ma soluson ka é migrá pa ba sofrê
Na solabónke di mar, debóxe de grite de komandante
I se bo txgá na térra é pa lová Nosinhor Jizus Kriste
Mi ja N oiá kma vida li ta mute difísil
Ma soluson ka é migrá pa ba sofrê
Na solabónke di mar, debóxe de grite de komandante
I se bo txgá na térra é pa lová Nosinhor Jizus Kriste
Ranja-m trabói, N kre fika
Mi N ka meste pasaporte
Nhas dokumentu é:
Nxada, martel ma nhas dos brós
Ka nhos pintxa-m pa N bai
Fidje ka ta kriá na ninhu sen pai
Nhas dokumentu é:
Nxada, martel ma nhas dos brós
Ka nhos pintxa-m pa N bai
Fidje ka ta kriá na ninhu sen pai
Nha pai skrevê-m
Pa N ba tratónde di nhas papelada
Ma nha kurason ja fla kma nan kamin di bai!
Ma tanbê N ka podê fká li de riba par bóxe
Senpre ta spiá trabói
K'un bróke de kaza k'é pa N morá
Nha pai skrevê-m
Pa N ba tratónde di nhas papelada
Ma nha kurason ja fla kma nan kamin di bai!
Ma tanbê N ka podê fká li de riba par bóxe
Senpre ta spiá trabói
K'un bróke de kaza k'é pa N morá
Ranja-m trabói k'é pa N ganhá akel pan di kada dia
Poke li dente é txeu, furtuna la fóra é fantazia
Ka nhos pintxa-m pa N bai
Fidje ka ta kriá na ninhu sen pai
Poke li dente é txeu, furtuna la fóra é fantazia
Ka nhos pintxa-m pa N bai
Fidje ka ta kriá na ninhu sen pai
Ranja-m trabói k'é pa N ganhá akel pan di kada dia
Poke li dente é txeu, furtuna la fóra é fantazia
Ka nhos pintxa-m pa N bai
Fidje ka ta kriá na ninhu sen pai
Poke li dente é txeu, furtuna la fóra é fantazia
Ka nhos pintxa-m pa N bai
Fidje ka ta kriá na ninhu sen pai
Bite the Bullet
I see my life is really tough
But the only solution is to migrate to stop suffering
In the depths of the sea, under the shout of the commander
And if you touch the ground, it's to praise Our Lord Jesus Christ
I see my life is really tough
But the only solution is to migrate to stop suffering
In the depths of the sea, under the shout of the commander
And if you touch the ground, it's to praise Our Lord Jesus Christ
Give me work, I want to stay
I don’t need a passport
My documents are
A shovel, a hammer, and my two brothers
Don’t poke me to leave
Kids don’t grow up without a dad
My documents are
A shovel, a hammer, and my two brothers
Don’t poke me to leave
Kids don’t grow up without a dad
My dad wrote to me
To help me sort out my paperwork
But my heart already says how they’re going to go!
But I also can’t stay here on top of a box
Always waiting for work
Like a broken home that I’m supposed to live in
My dad wrote to me
To help me sort out my paperwork
But my heart already says how they’re going to go!
But I also can’t stay here on top of a box
Always waiting for work
Like a broken home that I’m supposed to live in
Give me work so I can earn that bread every day
Bite the bullet is tough, fortune out there is a fantasy
Don’t poke me to leave
Kids don’t grow up without a dad
Bite the bullet is tough, fortune out there is a fantasy
Don’t poke me to leave
Kids don’t grow up without a dad
Give me work so I can earn that bread every day
Bite the bullet is tough, fortune out there is a fantasy
Don’t poke me to leave
Kids don’t grow up without a dad
Bite the bullet is tough, fortune out there is a fantasy
Don’t poke me to leave
Kids don’t grow up without a dad