Monday, July 17, 2006

Homelands

Ni ni dar da dar da dar da dar da dar da dar da ga da
Ni ni dar da dar da ga da
Ni sa

Ni sa ni pa ma ga ma pa sa ni sa ga re

I heard these notes as I read of what happened in Rwanda. Your lush green homeland was painted red and sprayed with the pungent odour of decaying corpses.

Ni ni dar da dar da dar da dar da dar da dar da ga da
Ni ni dar da dar da ga da
Ni sa

Ni sa ni pa ma ga ma pa sa ni sa ga re


Violent storm, a strong gale, sand blown into my eyes, rain drops hitting my head with intensity, reminders of the homeland abandoned.

Sa da pa ma pa da
Ga ma pa ma pa da
Ga pa ma sa ni ni

We die to claim land that was promised to us, we die to claim land we refuse to share with those who have dwelled there just as long as we have, we die to claim land just for our religion, we die to claim land for our race. We die for nothing.

Tudo o que quiser
Tem que entender
Nas palmas da mão
Se tiver porquê
Frágil nessa terra
Fácil derrubou
Quando jogou fora
Tudo acabou

Where I was born is my country, where I live now is my country, places I visit are my country, places I haven't visited are my country, the world is my country.

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