Listening Wind - Angélique Kidjo

Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill

Mojique thinks of days before Americans came

He sees the foreigners in growing numbers

He sees the foreigners in fancy houses

He thinks of days that he can still remember now

Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands

Mojique sends the package to the American man

Softly he glides along the streets and alleys

Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover

He feels the time is surely now or never more

The wind in my heart

The wind in my heart

The dust in my head

The dust in my head

The wind in my heart

The wind in my heart

(Come to) Drive them away

Drive them away

Mojique buys equipment in the market place

Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone

He feels the wind is lifting up his people

He calls the wind to guide him on his mission

He knows his friend the wind is always standing by

Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away

Mojique waits for news in a quiet place

He feels the presence of the wind around him

He feels the power of the past behind him

He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him on

The wind in my heart

The wind in my heart

The dust in my head

The dust in my head

The wind in my heart

The wind in my heart

(Come to) Drive them away

Drive them away