From Bafatá's red earth,
To Maputo's avenues via my suburban asphalt,
From Paris pavements,
To Copa Cabana's warm sand,
I dragged my bohemian soul and broken heart,
Keeping the faith with a smile on my face,
And here I am dancing under Sosua's sun,
My daughter Malia in my arms,
Finally, wherever I am, I can be only me...
Words by me.