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Anthem of every naive gutmensch.
Still a catchy tune.
Notice how the YouTube comments mock the lyrics, but still thumb up the song (few views though). Typical Belgian mentality. We still like such song regardless even if we disagree with the premise.I saw Turks on the Scheldt, Moroccans in the city of Ghent.
And I heard on the Brussels market, Algerians with a strange accent.
In Cologne I saw Chinese, skinny men from Pakistan,
In London Sikhs from India wearing a thick turban.
I saw naked Amazonian Indians, I saw Crees from North Canada.
And from Lubumbashi came Deda, a princess from black Africa.
I saw Bantus in our cafe, I saw Zulus on the tram,
I saw Tutsis dancing and jumping and rattling on the tamtam.
I saw Egyptian sailors in the port of Rotterdam.
I saw Portuguese Jews in the shops of Amsterdam.
I saw Incas in Ostend, Chileans on the Bruges' sand.
There was a gypsy orchestra playing, by a people without a homeland.
All the children of mother earth on charango and with gamelan
They shout and sing at our doors: do open, frightened white man
Do open frightened white man.
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