Au Pays de Gandhi [English translation]

Yo! Our holidays started in Senegal

Then we decided to go to Bopal in India

Yo! What a long road ahead of us with our backpacks

But when we got to India we said: what a gift!

Excellent we can make snakes dance

How she can make the Elephants of Ceylon run

When she commes along everybody loves her

Even the dogs turn their heads to look at her whether they’re named Droopy or Pit

Wep my love, do you know Pondichéry

She told me “I am from there so stop hoaxing me”

It’s strange; she’s got the karma of an angel

The stake: To tell her that I love her at the banks of Ghanges

Public Enemy Nr 700

But I have to get in line the Indian style and that’s tiresome to me

Call on the diva Shiva, she’s got her hands full

Red on her forehead, I’m not talking to you about about Karma

Move your body

In the country of Ghandi

Move your body

Like in any other country

In the evening we get to the club on the back of an elephant

Harem pants, hat like a Sikh always elegant

The gold on your chest makes chling-chling

Or the kling-kling is bling-bling

We left Candy for the country of Ghandi

With my bandits from Bondy we drink Brandy

We throw our hands in the air the crew is getting bigger

We are at the Taj Mahal where our serpent got bigger

How one says company is good to raise the spirits

Know that this smells like escence and sandalwood

And from Hollywood to Bollywood you can notice very good

Everybody’s got their hands in the air and nobody’s sulking

Move your body

In the country of Ghandi

Move your body

Like in any other country

Everybody’s got their hands in the air and nobody’s sulking

Ey yo! India, Nirvana, Himmalaya

Goa, the flares at the beach

Advanced studies of the Karma Sutra

Banghra from Katmandou to Sumatra

The style is orginal, the cow is their animal

You walk without a sidewalk in your pair of sandals

If you want to cause a scandal for ten roupies or two bucks

Don’t bolt, leave peacefully Mahatma Style

That’s for India Pakistan Bangladesh Sri Lanka

Sikh Tamoul Indou to Inca style

It takes a lot of love, a lot of mischief

This’s the country of Ghandi

Move your body

In the country of Ghandi

Move your body

Like in any other country

Everybody’s got their hands in the air and nobody’s sulking