I speak to those that hear my voice:
With falling beat and rising tone. |
| African Drum (Saworo...Gangan) |
I cherish those that hang me on
and share my says with countless joys...
I speak to those that hear my voice:
In rumbling room I play my part;
With grumbling voice I shape a path,
But so I look like baby toys...
I speak to those that hear my voice:
My sufferness displays your joy;
with curvy cane my heads destroy;
You laugh at me like beggared boys...
I also need a smiling seeing -
I have my right like human being!
