African Rhapsody

Words and Music by Spirit of the Ecstasy
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They took the lake to fertilize
can't irrigate not even a handful rice
we got to leave our land my son
they don't care if our hope has gone

Escape my son to a refugee camp
our water's lost they left just sand

Thirst, my son dies from thirst, my son dies from thirst, my son,
since the lake has gone
it's not for you
what they will do
I don't know how
I'll bring you through
you're gonna die
your brother's cry
cannot pass by
don't ask him why

They got it from our gouvernment
they gave to them all of our land
we got to leave our land my son
they don't care if our future's gone

Escape my son to a refugee camp
our land is lost it's in their hand

They took it from these barren meadows
they killed all livestock belonged to us
we got to leave our lives my son
they don't care if our faith has gone

Escape my son to a refugee camp
there ain't no way to survive in the sand

Starve, my son must starve, my son must starve, my son,
the hope has gone
It's not for you
what they will do
I don't know how
I'll bring you through
You're gonna die
your sister's cry
will not pass by
don't ask her why

I've seen my son not the only one
it was my son he had a gun
he must have left he'd been living from
to retribute what we're dying from

Survive my son, if you will kill the one
if you're on the run, when the least is done

Bleed death my friend, your country went to our hand,
made fertile land
It's not for you
what we will do
you don't know who
will bring you through
you're gonna die
your father's cry
will not pass by