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African Rhapsody Words and Music by Spirit of the Ecstasy © 2013 All rights reserved. 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 |