Big Cyc - Makumba

My father – Makumba – was the village king
I lived in Africa, then came to Poland
To study in your beautiful country
But skinheads here won’t let me live peacefully

I worked hard to learn your language
And got punched once while walking the streets
Poles are racists – everyone says so
And nobody here likes a black man

Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland – Africa, Africa – Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska

I wanted to run away, prepare to leave
But then I met a girl with beautiful legs
I fell in love and fell hard
And so Makumba fell for Helena

We quickly got married and had many kids
My parents from Africa sent us gifts
I kept studying and learning till dawn
Helena was happy with our home

Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland – Africa, Africa – Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska

I worked a lot and learned many skills
Polish mother-in-law worried about me still
She kept praying to God every day:
“Dear God, please protect Makumba”

I finished my studies and built a career
We had a car and a bull terrier
I’ve lived here long and still don’t know why
The KPN won’t accept me

Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland – Africa, Africa – Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland – Africa, Africa – Poland

Makumba, Makumba (wo le, le, le)
Makumba, Makumba (wo le, le, le)
Makumba, Makumba (wo le, le, le)
Makumba, Makumba (wo le, le, le)

Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland – Africa, Africa – Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska