In the street, under the blows
The world makes you see
This world, I can't watch it
Of hope, white and black
Flame watching over the dead
So every colour
In our DNA, alas, a gene
When knowing where I'm shooting
Not sure the savage is the one
But since it seems that music
I'm sending you these few notes
I don't care about the colour
I carry every colour
Yeah I'm black, white
Of hope, white and black
Flame watching over the dead
So every colour