[Intro]
Melancholic sax fades in, softly to start.
[Verse 1]
Oh, Addis Ketema, cradle of Merkato dreams,
A city of wisdom, where bright futures gleam.
That sacred school, a sanctuary of light,
For all who walked these halls, our hearts held tight.
[Verse 2]
In the heart of Merkato, mountains in your pace,
Memories rush back, time can’t erase.
One by one they return, the days of the past,
In youth’s warm halls, where shadows were cast.
[Chorus]
Addis Ketema, keeper of our dreams,
You raised up heroes, like flowing mountain streams.
Through market noise, your gentle light shone,
The teachers, the lessons, seeds kindly sown.
[Verse 3]
From Ato Zewde’s dawn to Araya’s plan,
Desta Wodajo and Leykun’s guiding hand.
They built the future of our motherland,
A chorus of progress, carved by their stand.
[Verse 4]
The numbers of Tadesse, the stories we tell,
Of late-night studies and ringing classroom bells.
We carry your lessons wherever we roam,
Addis Ketema, forever our home.
[Chorus]
Addis Ketema, keeper of our dreams,
You raised up heroes, like flowing mountain streams.
Through market noise, your gentle light shone,
The teachers, the lessons, seeds kindly sown.
[Bridge]
(Saxophone sighs, a Tsigai breeze) The city breathes in every note,
A memory echoed in the bone.
[Chorus]
Addis Ketema, keeper of our dreams,
You raised up heroes, like flowing mountain streams.
Through market noise, your gentle light shone,
The teachers, the lessons, seeds kindly sown.
[Outro]
Soft sax fades, the future whispers home.
