Les noirs jouent et les blancs regardent :

Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes

Ain't got no money, ain't got no class

Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater

Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no beer

Ain't got no man

Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture

Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling

Ain't got no love, ain't got no name

Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token

Ain't got no God

What about God?

Why am I alive anyway?

Yeah, what about God?

Nobody can take away

I got my hair, I got my head

I got my brains, I got my ears

I got my eyes, I got my nose

I got my mouth, I got my smile

I got my tongue, I got my chin

I got my neck, I got my boobs

I got my heart, I got my soul

I got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, I got my hands

I got my fingers, Got my legs

I got my feet, I got my toes

I got my liver, Got my blood

I've got life , I've got my freedom

I've got the life

And I'm gonna keep it

I've got the life

And nobody's gonna take it away

I've got the life

Les noirs jouent et gagnent en 2 coups :

Kataïev 0-1 Markov (1977)

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