Les Crayons de couleur traducción al Inglés

A little boy came to me earlier
With pencils and paper
He said I want to draw a man in colour
Tell me how to colour him

I want him to be like me when I grow up
Free, very strong and happy
Should I paint him blue, black or white
So that he's like I want him to be

If you paint it blue, son
It won't look like you
If you paint it red, son
They'll come and steal his land
If you paint him yellow, son
He'll be hungry all his poor life
If you paint him black, son
More freedom for him, hop

So the little boy went home
With his beautiful notebook under his arm
He tried to draw all night
But he couldn't, yep

If you paint it blue, son
It won't look like you
If you paint it red, son
They'll come and steal his land
If you paint him yellow, son
He'll be hungry all his poor life
If you paint him black, son
More freedom for him, yep

If I had to find a moral to my song
It's pretty easy
I think we should tell all the little boys
That colour doesn't make the man
That colour doesn't make the man
That colour doesn't make the man