Bless me with the voices of a thousand poets
and cloth me in the skins of a million crocodiles
Should anyone ask of me, tell them i am gone to Ebola "kophe"
And like a town crier, i am gone to deliver a message wrapped in the
flatulence of our clansmen
to bring back our lost men into a homestead resurrected in music an dance
A homestead where an ancestral banquet also awaits
and cloth me in the skins of a million crocodiles
Should anyone ask of me, tell them i am gone to Ebola "kophe"
And like a town crier, i am gone to deliver a message wrapped in the
flatulence of our clansmen
to bring back our lost men into a homestead resurrected in music an dance
A homestead where an ancestral banquet also awaits
the first time i heard this from you. it sounded so good i even want to hear you say them again.
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