Ease my spirit, ease my soul,
please free my hands from this barren soil,
ease my mother, ease my child,
Earth and sky be reconciled.
Rain, rain, rain.
Weave, my mother, weave, my child,
weave your baskets of rushes wild.
Out of heat, under sun,
comes the hunger to ev’ry one.
Famine’s teeth, famine’s claw
on the sands of Africa.
Rain, rain, rain.
(En av de fineste sangene de synger!)
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