what are you listening to THIS VERY SECOND?

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This wonderful song by Litfiba (taken from the 1990 album "El Diablo") talks about a very serious problem: the lack of water in third world countries. Here the Litfiba accuse the white man of stealing... Hear it and make it heard.
Woda woda, woda woda
Woda woda, woda woda
Woda woda from hands
Slipped away
Without odor or color
The echo of his name
Woda woda
1000 mouths 1000 hands
Purebred slaves
Cling to a drop
Of alms
You don't need to pay
The skin hurts
Steal steal the white man
He went away
But Saint Peter in the desert
His illness
There's no need to look
The salt throat
No, you're not the one paying
The skin hurts
Woda woda, woda
You don't need to pay
Anger and hunger
There's no need to pray
The skin hurts
Woda woda silently slipped away
Woda woda you are precious
Woda woda
Woda woda musongo

(1.30 --->)
Amigo mio
Trasforma l'energia
E' un gioco duro che
Ci ha segnato gli occhi
La giostra è la tua stella
Di luce illuminerà
I tuoi passi incerti
Babie, il volo che ti porta
A du a du du du
Lo sai soltanto tu
Il mondo è qua
O non c'è stato mai
Feroce e inutile
La sua spada è il tempo
Babie, il volo che ti porta
Potevi avere il mondo
Lo sai soltanto
Tu
Come si fa ad amare
Lo sai soltanto tu
E cavalcare il mondo
Lo sai soltanto tu
Lo sai soltanto tu
Il mondo è qua
Il mondo non c'è più
Ignora i più fragili
E si sta spaccando
Babie, il volo che ti porta
A du a du du du
Lo sai soltanto tu
Aaah Babie, Zelig in evidenza
Potevi avere il mondo
Lo sai soltanto
Tu
Lo sai soltanto
Tu
Come si fa ad amare
Lo sai soltanto tu
E cavalcare il mondo
Lo sai soltanto
Tu babababababa babe, babe
Come si fa ad amare
Lo sai soltanto tu
E cavalcare il mondo
Lo sai soltanto tu
Lo sai soltanto tu
Babie, perso nelle città
Potevi avere il mondo
Ma l'hai lasciato

Towers like pears
The silence has already passed
Smoke remains in the corridors
Of the first guard
Man with rifle
The enemy is your boredom
You are a prisoner and you are alone
To protect you from the cold
I swim in the black
Where I touch your hands
Then I open my eyes lying in the air
He's the first guard
The world explodes and I'm alone
A river is born from the hands
The dawn is a mirage
Which explodes inside me
You'll excuse me if I speak
A different language
A year is a century, 365 crosses
And your deprivation
He cuts off my head
Man with rifle
Prisoner of your flag
And run in circles, head in smoke
He's the first guard
Towers like pears
But the enemy does not exist
Nothingness explodes and I'm alone
To defend myself from the dark
I shout the alarm
Which explodes inside me
Because we are in the world
Different problems
A year is a century, 365 crosses
And your deprivation
Cut off my head (I had a head)
A year is a century, 365 crosses
And your deprivation
He cuts off my head
I shout the alarm
Which explodes inside me
Because I know we are
Different problems
Different languages
Transform your rifle
In a more civil gesture