Drums and sands

In the beginning; The wanderer's thirst

Beyond the east; the sunrise
Beyond the west; the sea,
The east and west
The wanderer's thirst-
That will not let me be.
It works in me like madness, dear
To bid me say goodbye
For the east calls;
And the west calls
And oh! The call of the sky!

I know not where the blue hills are
Nor where the red soil-path runs
But a man can have the sun for friend and for his guide a star!
There's no end to voyaging
When once the voice is heard.
For the seas call
And the hills call
And oh! The call of the path!

Yonder. The green horizon lays
And there night and day
The old ship sail to home again
The young ship sail away
Come I may.
Go I must!
And if men ask you, 'why?'
You must put the blame on the stars
On the sun, on the red soil and the sky.

My skin is black. I have no fear
I couldn't lose myself in these roads.
My blood is red, my head is hot
It stirs to the beats of the drums
As Chukwu gives me breath,
I'll dance the path of sweat, of blood
The path of the red soil.
The sun burnt me so
These roads will boil my soul.