Yeah
You're an ebony man
To drop anyone's jaw
I can't go soft on you
If not, you'll catch me,
You'll take over me with no sweat [2] and that's it
You'll capture my heart ...
Yeah
You are an ebony
With honeyed lips
A black prince
Painted by brush
You are all melanin
With a smell of passion
Yeah
Is it just that
I fell in your trap?
I don't know yet!
Not sure,
But I suspect
I've already given in
To the temptation of your (skin) color
Indeed,
I catch myself
Longing to see you all the time
Looking at the stars
Thinking about you
Dude [3], I'm affraid that
This might be love...
You naughty child
Taste of sin
Bad boy
I'm so moved
I confess
I almost lose my voice
With the way
You court me
Like a mestre-sala
My black man,
Wise scoundrel
Is it just by instinct?
But every time I see you,
I paint my lips,
Touch up the lipstick
The sensuality
Of our race is a gift
It's you, my ebony
It's all the best