Gaia mother nature
Attroje ghole sefid as marse ruhe Rahim Harrus
mishnavim to khodam pishnode rosji Mikhunim
va minushim as obshoreh khadim Jedune darmon
khe to bogh mo bokhtim Man miseh je otisham
to miseh je rudkhuneh Man misseh je klhabutar
bedune cioreh To nureh enojato ruh ensoniat
pakhshkard As nefrato be ensoniato moro
avas khardi Mishnavam va harhol be jedune
fariod Misanam va mikhunam to beresam be
sahor Mishnavam va hatto be jedune samon Middunam
va middunam mitunam beresam be je ghoal Be
jedune donio’ che bejtar as in hast Be
jedune fado’ che tu khalb varshikast Tikke’
tikke’ raft bishtar sireh samin Khune
khune’ ghole ghole dar hajote Sali’
Watu wangu, ulimwengu wangu
mashujaa tumeishi tangu mwanzo
Tangu tuumbwe kubadilika baado
Roho yetu endeleza mwana
Watu wangu, ulimwengu wangu
mashujaa tumeishi tangu mwanzo
Tangu tuumbwe kubadilika baado
Roho yetu endeleza mwana
Am I making you sick, mother? From the rivers
of blood
that my brothers and I have spilled onto your
feet.
Are you mad, mother? As we decimate the gift
of life
of which you’ve instilled inside thee.
Do you weep, mother? For the children that
go unfed,
despite the fact that you’ve provided.
Can you forgive, mother?
For the generations of abuse, that you’ve
endured.
I know you’ve heard this before, mother,
but I’m sorry that we can no longer say
that we worship the ground on which you walk.
Instead we find ourselves worshiping the false
sense of meaning
found in coloured cotton bills.
We forgot that everything we have comes from
you.
We know how to take,
but somewhere along the lines we forgot how
to give,
how to live a life in harmony with you, mother.
So on behalf of my brothers and sisters and
I,
I say to you,
with sincerity in my words,
this is our apology.
For the trials and tribulations we’ve created
with no self-control;
deliverance, we do not deserve.
But your redemption, we will strive to achieve
as we conserve what is left of your generosity.
I cannot conceive how your composure has stayed
so eloquent;
your unwavering devotion.
For the sake of our children,
my gratitude goes to you Gaia,
for it’s to you I owe my all.
For the sake of our future,
I am indebted to you Gaia,
for it’s to you I owe my all.
Watu wangu, ulimwengu wangu
mashujaa tumeishi tangu mwanzo
Tangu tuumbwe kubadilika baado
Roho yetu endeleza mwana
Watu wangu, ulimwengu wangu
mashujaa tumeishi tangu mwanzo
Tangu tuumbwe kubadilika baado
Roho yetu endeleza mwana
Raised in a home...my motherland’s blue
and green
I search for the truth but we’re just two...human
beings
When I give up faith...I question God
And when these lips pay praise...the played
press pause
A picture of peace stays in my mind
Like the fixed blur of trees in the gaze of
the blind
My thoughts run deep...deeper than blood
But with blood on my thoughts...I’m taught
to trust love
As fragile as freedom...I fight not giving
And notice that hopeless is when life is lost
living
The chosen child holds a golden smile
As stolen style walks that broken mile
My heart is open, but my past is closed
Words scarred when spoken help patch the holes
The sun lulls me to sleep like the tse-tse
fly
And with seconds to live death’s set to
die
Age rides on my shoulder like a blessed burden
And my doubts are drawn as I stand next to
certain
Fear...oh I hold it close
And the braver I get the more it grows
From rags to riches, we’re rich in rags
And only murder’s marksman counts the missing
mags
A soldier’s gun lies in wait
As Momma’s older son tries to pray
Spirits are lifted by a common vision
And lyrics are gifted in solemn submission
My facts are false and my dreams are dead
And everything I say remains unsaid
Now I’ve smiled and I’ve wept
But that smile’s what I kept
I speak to the deaf and those who will listen
And with every single breath I wish I was
wishing
I spoke with the wise and walked with the
dumb
Now I lie with my past and rise with the sun
I wash my hands as spilt blood runs
And open my arms as a rule of thum�
