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From Africa to both the Americas, North and Latin
A jungle drum was brought and got the white God to get in
A pagan dance until he had no other chance unless the sin
Of black-white day and night, soul and mind magic

The European Goddess fainted under jungle drum's sound
She was fertilized by some afro God while on the ground
So the begotten sons as samba, mambo, rumba, rhythm'n'blues
Became the ancestrals of what today we call rock and roll

Rock and roll is magic
Rock and roll is mixture
Chuck Berry fields forever
The joyful English four knights of the post-calypso
In the post-calypso age

Rock and roll
The opening page
What is to come next
We don't know the text
No one knows precisely
It's on to progress
Into its funky fullness
Next century