I have crossed the mystic desert
To snap pictures of the poor
I ve invited them to brunch
Let them crash out on my floor
There s sunshine in my veins
My kitchen s filled with flies
I m crying out in vain
Like a little African child
Trapped in me
There s an African child
Trapped in me
There s a little African child trapped in me
All these rooms are cluttered
With the spoils of my fame
My doors and windows shuttered
I just can t keep out the rain
There s sunshine down in hell
My kitchen s filled with flies
I m crying out for help
Like a little African child
Trapped in me
There s an African child
Trapped in me
There s a little African child trapped in me
All of these s
In limousines
What do they matter
What do they mean
To the little African child trapped in me
[Canto Africano]
African child
Trapped in me
There s an African child
Trapped in me
There s a little African child trapped in me
There s a little African child trapped in me
There s a little African child
Trapped in me