Le rythme yankadi est une danse traditionnelle dansée lors d'une compétition organisée par le royaume guinéen. Le trophée en est la plus belle femme du village.

Oh no, no more. No no, I can’t take it anymore.
No no, no more, No no, I can’t take it anymore.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting for that moment to sweep me away.

Goodbye dear friend, goodbye, I’ll never see you again.
Goodbye sweet moon, I dedicate my last song to you.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting for that moment to sweep me away.

Away, away, I want to fly so far away.
Away, away, I want to fly so far away.

Could you be, could you be the stranger that is going to save me.
Reach out your hand, touch me and make me want to live again.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting to be saved or be swept away.

Away, away, I want to fly so far away.
Away, away, I want to fly so far away.

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…