10-Coono bi ( la misère)

Vocal et guitare acoustique : Abou Ly ;
Guitare basse : Tapha ;
Kora : Bayla

J’ai longuement marché
Jusqu’à usure de mes chaussures
J’ai longuement marché les pieds nus,
Les talons en sang
Un travail harassant a moisi mes os
Le froid me transperce,
Ces haillons me servent de couverture
Cette dalle de ciment est ma maison,
Le ciel obscur mon compagnon
Mon hilaire (instrument aratoire) s’est émoussé
Le marteau a rebondi sur mon front
Il ne me reste qu’à redresser l’échine pour faire face


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	Home Activities Regional Activities West Africa A new musical CD on responsibility, peace, governance, social right Published on 12 September 2008 Translations available in: 10-Coono bi ( la misère) Associated Central Topics: Art and responsibility . Associated General Topics: Art . Artists .
	Vocal et guitare acoustique : Abou Ly ; Guitare basse : Tapha ; Kora : Bayla J’ai longuement marché Jusqu’à usure de mes chaussures J’ai longuement marché les pieds nus, Les talons en sang Un travail harassant a moisi mes os Le froid me transperce, Ces haillons me servent de couverture Cette dalle de ciment est ma maison, Le ciel obscur mon compagnon Mon hilaire (instrument aratoire) s’est émoussé Le marteau a rebondi sur mon front Il ne me reste qu’à redresser l’échine pour faire face