His colour is that of clay, Africa's rich harvest and heritage He's a masquerade; A mystery; a myth; a labyrinth and a maze Have you ever wondered how albinos were made?
I tell you how They didn't come from the earth Their flesh; a baked cake from the sun, Descent from the fires of mystery
Sun flares giving their hairs such a sparkle A sparkle that's a dazzling dazzle, Mankind is afraid of their smiles They are heavens beauty and secret weapon.
Children of the sun Whose father must protect them from the sun Their eyes give infrared beam across the dark nights An albino is not just beautiful, He's heavens beauty and secret weapon.
This is how the myth goes, An albino never dies He simply vanishes; Fate is theirs. Even an albino is enthralled by another albino, They are born in the sun and buried in the moon Or do you know a tombstone?
Just one With the eulogy boldly written "And herein lies a mystery: An albino, who defies nature and logic He's born in the sun and buried in the moon... No you wouldn't find one 'Cause their tombs are in the heavens Albinos are born saints and they die same.