Agouyadji – Baaba Maal – letras

The agouyadji is soundingAble bodied men rise upIn today’s world, honor is becoming rareSo let us examine our consciencesAnd seek to refine our raceOur language is not the least important factorIn our dignitySo let us learn itAnd let us teach itThat will pay offFrom here to the Fouta, Poular is spokenFrom Somalia to MaliFrom Benin to GuineaFrom Cameroon to GambiaFrom Egypt to Ethiopia, they speak PoularIf all these people came togetherThey’d know we have the same motherWhatever the difference in our dialectWe have the same fatherI called CoumbaAnd Coumba repliedI called Samba, Samba replied likewiseI used to believeThose of us who speak PulaarWere inferiorBut I realized I was wrongLet us be unitedFrom whichever part of the country we come,We are all SenegaleseIf you go to Casmance, they speak DiolaGo to Cap Vert, and you’ll hear LebouIn St. Louis, the dialect is WolofAt Sine, it is SererIf you address the Senegalese, the Mandinkas will replyOr the Bassaris, or the Halpoulars,The Kassounkes, the Manjacks or the GnominkesSayang, Sayang, Ibrahima MalickMalick Barou Sall, You are a good friendSayang Sissokho who comes from MaliIbrahima KalilloulayeYangkou Ba, my friend from the GambiaMalick Pathe Sow, father of Pathe SowMy friend from SenegalBaaba Baidy, Baaba Debbo from the FoutaWherever we come from,We are all SenegaleseAh it is late my dearest Mariama DiankeIt is very late Mariama Soda, MamaMarie don’t be cross with meDearest OneBe careful not to cross mePeace is all I wantDon’t ever take my love for grantedI would never give you my love and then withdraw itIf we break that trust our enemies will laugh at usFor me, all I want is peaceLet us be of one motherLet us have one fatherLet us work togetherSo that our country may prosperMamaAh my son, Oumar MalleMy friend, my little babeOumar yoo, OumarDon’t lose your temper with meOumar, Oumar BarouDon’t be angry with me