En Horario Estelar
Congreso
In Prime Time
She is beautiful
At five years old
She's my little black sister
She never heard me sing
A journalist records
Her face in a thousand frames
Her feet in close-up
Unable to walk
The right to live!
Where is going
All of humanity
My life, oh how much time
It takes to arrive
The right to live!
Heavens this ground
That moves like the sea
Rwanda on TV
And in prime time
When will we all be able to reach
My life and a life
As alive as bread
The right to live!
The scoundrel worries about his motorbike
And his dog and the stock market
And an unrequited love
And some money he says they owe him
About his teeth resting in a glass
About the heart and the alcohol and the fats
And his next trot in the morning
And his next trot in the morning
She is beautiful at five years old
She's my little black sister
She never heard me sing
The right to live!
Where is humanity going
The right to live
