CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mulatto (poem)
I am your son, white man!
Georgia dusk
And the turpentine woods.
One of the pillars of the temple fell.
You are my son!
Like Hell!
The moon over the turpentine woods.
The Southern night
Full of stars,
Great big yellow stars.
What’s a body but a toy?
Juicy bodies
Of n***er wenches
Blue black
Against black fences.
O, you little b*st*rd boy,
What’s a body but a toy?
The scent of pine wood stings the soft night air.
What’s the body of your mother?
Silver moonlight everywhere.
What’s the body of your mother?
Sharp pine scent in the evening air.
A n***er night,
A n***er joy,
A little yellow
b*st*rd boy. Naw, you ain’t my brother.
n***ers ain’t my brother.
Not ever.
n***ers ain’t my brother.
The Southern night is full of stars,
Great big yellow stars.
O, sweet as earth,
Dusk dark bodies
Give sweet birth
To little yellow b*st*rd boys.
Git on back there in the night,
You ain’t white
The bright stars scatter everywhere.
Pine wood scent in the evening air.
A n***er night,
A n***er joy. I am your son, white man!
A little yellow
b*st*rd boy.
Georgia dusk
And the turpentine woods.
One of the pillars of the temple fell.
You are my son!
Like Hell!
The moon over the turpentine woods.
The Southern night
Full of stars,
Great big yellow stars.
What’s a body but a toy?
Juicy bodies
Of n***er wenches
Blue black
Against black fences.
O, you little b*st*rd boy,
What’s a body but a toy?
The scent of pine wood stings the soft night air.
What’s the body of your mother?
Silver moonlight everywhere.
What’s the body of your mother?
Sharp pine scent in the evening air.
A n***er night,
A n***er joy,
A little yellow
b*st*rd boy. Naw, you ain’t my brother.
n***ers ain’t my brother.
Not ever.
n***ers ain’t my brother.
The Southern night is full of stars,
Great big yellow stars.
O, sweet as earth,
Dusk dark bodies
Give sweet birth
To little yellow b*st*rd boys.
Git on back there in the night,
You ain’t white
The bright stars scatter everywhere.
Pine wood scent in the evening air.
A n***er night,
A n***er joy. I am your son, white man!
A little yellow
b*st*rd boy.
