Bolero Songtext
von Bathe

Make me your home
Feed me cassava from the root
Teach me your songs
Born in the languages I never knew
And I′d never own all of the stories you told
But why would I need to? Why would I need?

When the sun shines down on the Southside
On my little brown world, little brown world
When the sun shines down on the concourse
On my little world made in the image of you

Y yo sé que es temprano
Todavía estoy buscando
Y yo sé que es temprano
Todavía estoy buscando


I'll show you my home
Feed you my mother′s bacalao
Play Etta James
Sing you the melodies from here and now
And you'll never know the price of the glory we hold
But why would I need to?

When the sun shines down on the Southside
On my little brown world, little brown world
When the sun shines down on the concourse
On my little world made in the image of you-you-you

Tell me it's fine to be landless
Tell me it′s cool that I speak the dialect of thieves
Mama tell me that I′m not abandoned
I'm not a casualty, I′m not a casualty, nah

I'm four years removed from the campus
Four years away from makuu and my Nubian truths
Mama tell me that I′m not abandoned
I'm not a casualty, might be a casualty, but


Tell me it′s fine to be landless
Tell me it's cool that I speak the dialect of thieves
Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned
I′m not a casualty, I′m not a casualty, nah
I'm four years removed from the campus
Four years away from makuu and my Nubian truths
Mama tell me that I′m not abandoned
I'm not a casualty, might be a casualty, but

Tell me it′s fine to be landless
Tell me it's cool that I speak the dialect of thieves
Mama tell me that I′m not abandoned
I'm not a casualty, I'm not a casualty, nah
I′m four years removed from the campus
Four years away from makuu and my Nubian truths
Mama tell me that I′m not abandoned
I'm not a casualty, might be a casualty, but