All the souls in the nighttime,
Fly around like mosquitoes,
Wrapped in silk, with their white eyes,
They will fright other people,
Flying beetles are buzzing,
Falling down by the window,
Acting crazy for nothing,
In Antananarivo.
Twins[?] will bring you all misfortune,
Gonna leave them in the sun to die,
And everybody knows that children burn like whites,
So here in Antananarivo, we know,
Every secret will remain,
Yeah, here in Antananarivo, we know,
No one ever leaves for good.
Twins are hiding in coffins,
Playing games in the houses,
Children turning to orphans,
While they're sorting the spices.
They are smearing their bodies,
With the blood of the dead ones,
In every street, you see the ghost of fate.
So here in Antananarivo, we know,
Every secret will remain,
Yeah, here in Antananarivo, we know,
No one ever leaves for good.
In Antananarivo.
In Antananarivo.
So here in Antananarivo, we know,
Every secret will remain,
Yeah, here in Antananarivo, we know,
No one ever leaves for good.
In Antananarivo.
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