Good morning Africa,
This will be my favourite song
In my straw house
In middle of jungle!
O mummy, my smile is happy
And my soul is running away
From the dust of civilization
Like Nile washing
The tears of my own Africa
From north, Egypt.
Good afternoon amnesty,
I am a sad soul
Of the early day
Falling from the future
Of this blossom year
Of dying tomorrow,
My soul is a burning body
Begging mercy of your sunshine
Like a little kid smile
Crying on her face, amnesty!
Good evening Revolution,
I am the child of your blossom
Red flag marching on sky,
Revolution the old name
Of my dreams, hopes and
The burning word
Of my world,
I confess guilty of dreaming
On judgement day starting
Today and screaming
Tomorrow,
Like tears of sky kissing
My beautiful earth.
Yes, I confess;
Revolution is the oldest soul of red blood
Of my veins
And I would like to say:
To Europe,
Asia,
America
And you like me,
Good morning
African “unbuntu”
On the revolution day.
« return.