a gentle breeze / breaking waves / the smell of the sea
the sun is shining, the children are playing
no war, no pain / no disease, no hunger / no times of need
we only see the deep blue sea

behind the sea / so mad and deep
they say there’s the kingdom of the black sheep
poor boy, if you still believe in tales
you’d better shut up your mouth and open your eyes

we live in the west / in a gilded cage / we can’t complain
we see them coming and we are afraid
we build high walls / we send them back / and are proclaiming laws
but they can’t go back and remain with us

they clean our toilets / they serve us coffee / they cook our meals
and you say they’re all violent and deal with drugs
but can’t you see / most blacks are white / and some whites are black
so give ‘em a chance that they can live

Hannes Liechti