I'm in love with a wild land
A voodoo sorcerer had painted my face
His gris-gris* follows me on the sound of the tamtams
Magical perfume on my womanly white skin
Africa
I want to dance
Like you
Offer myself to you
Africa
To move to
hurt myself on you
And to obey to your voice
Africa
I dance with naked feet under a red sun
The gods are at their knees and have a heart that moves
The fire of my body becomes a rebel
The cry of the gurus has ripped the sky
Africa
I want to dance
Like you
Offer myself to you
Africa
To move to
hurt myself on you
And to obey to your voice
Africa
Dangerous and sensual, under your sugar rain
Panther or gazelle, I went to sleep
In the slits of your claws, I've come back
In the shadow of the huts, I'll make my tribe
Africa
I want to dance
Like you
Offer myself to you
Africa
To move to
hurt myself on you
And to obey to your voice
Africa