| If God could turn me into a pigeon
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| A golden pigeon or a turtle dove
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| I could fly to my homeland
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| At Douwayra
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| Back home where my folks are
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| If God could give me everything I wish for
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| Long life, happiness and prosperity
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| Then I would live always beside
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| Those who are dear to me
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| My parents and my friends
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| While I was in France
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| Learning more about art and life
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| One terrible phone call
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| Summoned me home where I found
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| My mother was already dead and buried
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| Orphan, orphan, orphan
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| Mama, mama, mama, my darling mother
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| Papa, papa, papa, my dear father
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| Oh Mother most kind
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| Oh Father full of pity
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| What sadness when they go
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| How sacred is the family
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| Mama, Mama, Mama Aissata
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| Samba Boubou Yacine Wade
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| Mother of Fatou, mother of Mama
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| Mother of Laye Malle and of Chillo
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| Of Ndeye Khar and of Ndeye Gaye
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| Of Hameth Malle and Baaba Baidy Baaba Debbo
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| Ah mama Aissata Khar Sano Saar and Nar Sarr
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| Ah Aissata Samba Boubou Yacine, ah mama |