Coeur métisse

                                      Cœur métisse … magic pearl …

I’ve got no roots, I’m from nowhere and from everywhere

My soul belongs to the world, it’s from anywhere

My heart goes out to people who suffer, just because I really care

About what they have to get through, it’s so unfair …

Being a citizen of the world is something that I feel in me

I only wish peace on this earth, naturally

I’ve got only one hope, I’ve got only one dream

It reminds me of another beautiful dream

I’d give my life to anybody who needs it

I can bleed deep inside when thinking about it

Cos I was born in a country, I’m not from there

I’ve always felt as if I was from somewhere

Very far away from here, I don’t know where from

But it can be seen in my eyes and time will come

When I get more than feelings, no matter my roots

It’s written deep in my heart, I don’t need a prooth

That’s why I’m sensitive, I love music so much

Cos it’s a language we all can understand as such

No limit, frontier, the universe turning round

We can be only one through a magical sound

We all have the same sky, and the same flying stars

It goes with freedom, everything is all mixed up

And it’s a way of pushing our souls really up

All the rivers will flow to meet in the same ocean

What’s bright, clear, full of passion

Is in music we share, cos this is so pure

Songs, lyrics, tunes can be everything that might cure

We’re all the same, all human beings, understanding

And the most important thing in this world … sharing …

I was born for a reason, only to listen

To the rhythm of life, beating, not forgotten

And to give my love to people from everywhere

To be with them always, here, there and everywhere

Music is the the only language in the whole world

Sometimes things aren’t needed, not even a word …

              Je suis née, j’ai grandi avec un coeur métisse

              Jamais à ma place, ça n’était pas factice

              Dans mes yeux, mes cheveux, il y avait comme du jais

              J’étais la seule, vraiment, et je me demandais

              Pourquoi depuis toujours d’ailleurs je me sentais

              Maintenant ce qui me reste, c’est comme une lueur

              J’avais en moi, bien plus que l’appel du voyage

              Où que j’aille, je crois que je comprends le language

              Ce qui n’était avant que source de solitude

              Est aujourd’hui perle de nacre, multitude …