Africa, a woman
  noone realy knows her name
  Africa, an anyway
  we drain the juice from her vains
  She is black
  And her curls are the threads
  Of centuries
  
  Higher, she wants higher
  
  Africa, how deep the wells
  of dark muddy water
  Africa, how far does she have to go
  through floods of infected resin
  Green is mixing with red
  Laying ill on the world´s bed
  
  Higher, she wants higher
  
  And the enemy
  nI her bed
  She is killing
  Through her ego