Her beauty is her religion; I believe every bit of it
Smells fresher than the scent from the leaves of an olive tree
With a gentle touch on my skin, she hears my heartbeat
I sip easy from her cup of love like an English tea
...
Look!
Our warrior?
Yes, he is a conqueror
Riding as a victor to war
...
"The Voice
Early morning, sounds of a nightingale
The sparkling rays of the sun hits my face
All smiles, beautiful fairy tale
...
Oh Africa
Oh Africa
Africa, my Africa
Mother of all nations, the sleeping Lion
Her throne was set firmly on Zion
Where is her greatness?
Where are all her loved ones?
Scattered in foreign lands
Africa, wake up!
wake up and look at your kingdom
Your land is being run by thieves
Your leaders are now slaves
The air is full of smoke
You have become a joke
Watch them take away your precious stones
You slept too long
now your roar isn't strong
Run away and take your crown with you
Look for your true soldiers
For one day, you shall return to where you belong