Terra'l [English translation]

Life, my life, your life, our life:

Getting up early

At cock crow, with the pestle thumping

And the maize cake still steaming

Yes, it’s me:

at dawn in the rain,

I set off to work, the foreman swearing at me,

Hoping that one day,

This hand-to-mouth existence will end

It’s very sad

At once when you rise, seeing the children hungry

And setting off south,

Feet battered by the stony roads,

Dust packing the sores

Reaching town on the Djémi bus,

Children run after me, poking fun:

“Hey, you, country man! Trousers too big, feet bare!”

“Hey, you, country man! Trousers too big, feet bare!”

“Hey, you, country man! Trousers too big, feet bare!”