Mon nom [English translation]

I am the foreigner

and it can be seen

I do not speak

quite like you

I come from the flowerbed

where the eggplants

become purple at dawn

They are like me

all terrified

we were

transplanted without our roots

from our stems

they are weak;

all these fruits

touch the soil

I am the foreigner

like the water of your river

and like the step

that your daughter dances

They call me brown

because of my hands

which are always black

I think it's beautiful

But me, I call myself Bruno

just like my father

following a blind wave

who brings back from my ancestors

the hidden meaning behind my name

all afraid

we were

transplanted without our routes

from our stems,

all weak,

all these fruits

touch the soil