I had a dream that one day my dear Africa could be on the top,
I had a dream, as a child,
That one day my dear Africa could stop being the synonym of war, disease and poverty.
I had a dream that one day all my brothers in Africa could know what freedom is,
And that they could live without wondering if coming days they’d be still alive.
I’m a dreamer,
I’m a believer,
And I do believe that one day «Mama Africa» could rise to the top.
However, even if I do believe that everything could change,
My dreams shatter at the same rhythm that wars happen.