Baayo

If God could turn me into a pigeon
 A golden pigeon or a turtle dove
 I could fly to my homeland
 At Douwayra
 Back home where my folks are
 If God could give me everything I wish for
 Long life, happiness and prosperity
 Then I would live always beside
 Those who are dear to me
 My parents and my friends
 While I was in France
 Learning more about art and life
 One terrible phone call
 Summoned me home where I found
 My mother was already dead and buried
 Orphan, orphan, orphan
 Mama, mama, mama, my darling mother
 Papa, papa, papa, my dear father
 Oh Mother most kind
 Oh Father full of pity
 What sadness when they go
 How sacred is the family
 Mama, Mama, Mama Aissata
 Samba Boubou Yacine Wade
 Mother of Fatou, mother of Mama
 Mother of Laye Malle and of Chillo
 Of Ndeye Khar and of Ndeye Gaye
 Of Hameth Malle and Baaba Baidy Baaba Debbo
 Ah mama Aissata Khar Sano Saar and Nar Sarr
 Ah Aissata Samba Boubou Yacine, ah mama