Bring us close
To the sound of our fathers
Let hear them sing and talk
In the rhymed rhymes
Of their times.
Are Ngomas gone?
Are they abated!
Make new flesh leather
Let its sound hit my heart
Let it be heard
Is Ngoma gone;
Because our fathers are done?
The traditions must remain
As long as humans live
In the land let Ngoma be heard.
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