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Salima in the tram
With her prettiest boubou
Blue like the sky of Cotonou
There where it's always summer
Salima in the tram
Look at the rain without even seeing it
She is elsewhere in a story
She shouldn't stop telling herself stories
A story where she is a gazelle
In the bright sun, she struts
When the lion leaps before her
And she ran away into the savannah
She runs, she screams and she calls
Her lover, her handsome warrior
Who comes as if he had wings
Risk his life to save her
Where is she going? Where is she going?
The gazelle in the tram
Who slips on the wet cobblestones
Under the sad sky of Brussels
Where is she going? Where is she going?
She would go much faster on foot
Jumping over trams
Under the sad sky of Brussels
But Salima is in no hurry
She goes where boredom awaits her
Place de Brouker she goes down
She enters a cabaret
Customers who were getting impatient
Chanting her name, she appears
Here she is naked, and sadly
She smiles for a few francs
Salima dances with her eyes closed
To avoid seeing the dirty looks
Lions who want to devour her
"Save me before it's too late"
But the prayer to his warrior
Only has laughter as an echo
He was sent back without papers
Times are tough for heroes
Salima in the tram
With her prettiest boubou
Blue like the sky of Cotonou
There where it's always summer
Where is she going? Where is she going?
The gazelle in the tram
Who slips on the wet cobblestones
Under the sad sky of Brussels
Where is she going? Where is she going?
She would go much faster on foot
Jumping over trams
Under the sad sky of Brussels
Where is she going? Where is she going?
She would go much faster on foot
Where is she going? Where is she going?
Salima on the tram.
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