When the children are naughty
The father already threatened
"The black man, he will get you
If you don't follow my command"
And we believe that to this day
Land and people are so afraid
Something bad will happen
Evil comes, won't leave again
And fear grows into the night
Doors and gates are guarded
Their backs wet, their hands clammy
Everyone's afraid of the black man
He creeps closer in the darkness
If you're not good, he'll grab you
Don't trust any stranger then
So much nightmare, so much madness
And so we believe to this day
Oh, they can't help themselves
They scream fire in the alleys
And fear grows into the night
Their backs wet, their hands clammy
Everyone's afraid of the black man
Who's afraid of the black man?
Who's afraid of the black man?
Who's afraid of the black man?
And fear grows into the night
Their backs wet, their hands clammy