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My heart, it is night
the birds had silent in their nest
do not love the one
love the heart that loves you alone
do not think of a choice of flower
alas! mosquitos noisy my ear
sleep,let me have another dream
peace, your condition is troublesome
another dream may bring you joy
do not get stubbornness of melancholy
sleep, let the stars melt to give you light
light that will cure your health
sleep, let the mosquitoes noisy for rubbish
let me be impassive like a bush
i can not spy in the dark
though, i pledge to give you what you like
oh lord, cool my soul
let my heart cool my soul
what is the sweatness of love?
when our soul is running toward grave.

Let her mourn her Abiku son
he has gone for the second time
let her cry the pregnant cry
for, she might not cry another time
the abiku has brought her no mercy
you abiku, if you come back third time
we will cut your shortest finger
the shortest finger of your right hand
we will burn it into coal and
we will ground it into powder
and we will mark your face with our,
traditional mark of our world
we have no another mercy in hidden
and the only mercy neighbour with this woman
is the merciless of our traditon this time
so, make the heaven your home

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I shall wipe away your sorrow
for us, the wind shall blow
come out, my love
out of you solemn grave
come out, the night has just rest
rest on the shoulder of our west
come out, the night is still virgin
come out before the night makes me run
run to a far, far place
come out before I join the race.

Oh! the night is losing its virginity
the corrupt night will make me run away
oh! let me go
to a far, far place, like zoo
maybe, I can find a dog or cat
that can cry to the evil of this night
but, if I see none
I'll come when another night is virgin.

My brother, your burial await you
when you will join those that have gone before you
for a man can't tell history of seven continents
while your birth is running towards your death
make your living to wipe away coming sorrow
though, there shall be lots of tomorrow
for tomorrow never end
till the world will reach the end.

Let your fruit wipe away our tears
for, they shall be our joy and happiness
after you gone, as our custom and tradition
though, the refugee may count it as superstition
wait, let me pardon you and endure
for I have keep my conscience pure
by the time I return to our ancestral fathers above
I shall not be blamed for your impassive

Let me tell you last word of your future peace
one day your soul shall gain peace and cease
a day your heart will gain its freedom
and your body will be laid in the isolated room
but your death is the coming day
when your body will be rigid like a moulded clay
and it shall be taken to the solemn grave
as your heart will have been lifted above.

The stubborness in us is silence
what excellence have they given us?
when they've sold us to those
that sent our forefathers to vanish grave
a grave of uncounted feet
the feet we can't count above the sea
the feet of bloody land of the forest
they have sold us to those
that said our land is their grave.

Tell me what excellence they have given us
when our market goods is in their custody
the custody of their fraudulence forces
what employment have they given us?
is it the privatisation of our blossom moon?
we only go to the pool and vote
just to show our patriotism as citizen.

Tell me what excellence they have given us
unity of our nation is at their side
for they are impassive of our living
but for our countrymen in their house
they have fool us of our representative
for there only, the bunch of life
the pleasure centre, centre of unity
we were being oppressed under the-
the jackboot of this darkness.

What unity did they want to bind us?
when they hide themselves from us
they walk with average of our security men
but our countrymen have written us letters
how our billions is being massacre
on the round table
they thought we are blind but we are not deaf
we still heard what they read to our ears
our inner eye can still read the bold.

A new day has come
the sun has just fallen behind a mountain
night, now above the mountain
morning, a new day has come

when will I get to dry land?
I'm tired of these boisterous sea
the ship is too dark and I can't see
what knowledge have I been impacted

the sailor has deserted his duty
the professor has vacated because of starving
and my treasurer is still procrastinating
I only see the white sun of the day

I'm tired of this grey noise of sea at night
my enthusiasm stick with the dry land
where the people of my race lived
where I can point when my soul is rest

I've not seen the sun fall behind mountain
maybe another day may be the hope
maybe our democracy will be more ripe
dry land, a happy land for man.