[Verse 1: Sofiane]
My father told me to keep all the links
I love him and thanks to God, I know where I’m from
The sky is the earth, and in the veins for life
I would like to feel like home, in my country or in yours
A few ignorant people are arguing in the yard
The earth is the same, the skin tone isn’t connected
My people, just like yours, keeps disappointing, one after the other
Kalash Criminel is the only person that manages to set everyone straight
And next to me, what will they say ?
And on the other side of me, what will they say ?
I’m not an Arab, I’m not an African
I’m an Arab from Africa, an Arafrican
Fianso

[Pre-Chorus: Maître Gims]
When I started out in music
I found myself in countries
I identified myself, in the tribes
That didn’t necessarily have, the physical attributes
That I’ve known, since little
Don’t judge me on my physical appearance
I’m from over there, and I’m from here
I won’t move, I’m seated

[Chorus: Maître Gims]
Mama eeeeh eeeeh eeeeh eeeh
Mama eeeeh eeeeh eeeeh eeeh
I won’t move, I’m seated
Mama eeeeh eeeeh eeeeh eeeh
Mama eeeeh eeeeh eeeeh eeeh
I won’t move, I’m seated