Jutro, zlatna obala, bijeli stranci
rane ispod okova, zveče lanci
crne žene nariču, nebo ćuti
roblje puni brodove Afrikanci
Podne, sunce, pustinja, zvižde meci
s one strane ratnici crne puti
u grobu se prevrću mrtvi preci
Afrika su pučevi i regruti
Afrika, zemlja snjegova
Afrika, zemlja robova
Afrika, zemlja snjegova
Afrika, zemlja lavova
Afriku su jahali svi po redu
Afrika me podsjeća, na glad i bijedu
Afrika je pustinja, džungla, trnje
isti zakon za pse i za crnje
The morning, golden coast, white foreigners.
With wounds beneath the shackles, the chains rattle
black women are wailing, the sky is quiet
the ships are full of African slaves
The afternoon, sun, desert, bullets are whistling
black warriors travel from that side
the dead ancestors in their graves are turning over
Africa is of recruits and coup d’état
Africa, the land of snow
Africa, the land of slaves
Africa, the land of snow
Africa, the land of lions
Everyone rode over Africa in a row
Africa reminds me of hunger and misery
Africa is a desert, jungle, thorns
the laws are the same for dogs and niggers