[Intro]
Adelefrer Alaba, a wind through the pines,
Dabadie whispers in the river’s 9-to-5 of time.
[Verse 1]
D'abbé Adja, names weave like a loom,
Bazzi in the dusk, memories bloom.
Diabaté echoes on a distant shore,
Calling every heart to remember more.
[Chorus]
We carry your names like sails on the night,
Roots growing deep in the old, soft light.
Through every village, every market and square,
We sing your stories, cradle the air.
[Verse 2]
Hands joined in dawn, a chorus of kin,
Footsteps in rhythm, where stories begin.
Letters and laughter in a quilted sound,
A tapestry where histories are found.
[Chorus]
We carry your names like sails on the night,
Roots growing deep in the old, soft light.
Through every village, every market and square,
We sing your stories, cradle the air.
[Bridge]
From rivers to plains, your voices are threaded,
In every breath of the present, your memory's steadied.
[Chorus]
We carry your names like sails on the night,
Roots growing deep in the old, soft light.
Through every village, every market and square,
We sing your stories, cradle the air.
[Outro]
Adelefrer Alaba, dabadie and more,
D'abbé Adja, Bazzi, and Diabaté soar.
