Traditional song from Africa

I don't know what

he does to impress me
he puts his hands on me
and it's always killing me

I don't know what he

tries to do with me
he sings a song to me
and it's always killing me

I know i'm all wrong there
for nothing compares
my precious liberty
so please get away from me

Oh oh, we could meet in a park
then we'll do any-anything you like
turn the black into an amazing white
and then i'll tell you that i love you

I don't know how

he hypnothises me
he puts his hands on me
and it's always killing me

I know i'm all wrong there
for nothing compares
my precious liberty
so please get away from me

Oh oh little man you look like
you won't forget to meet me in the park
but just in case you never come back
i want to mention that i love you

It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…