[Intro]
Whispers in the millet breeze, a clock on the mill and a prayer at the gate.
[Verse 1]
Fadimatou walks the path where the sun forgets to set,
Debbo’s children call her name, a chorus in the net.
Mardo stands by the fire, counting scars and days,
Gaadal in the doorway sighs, the old village sways.
[Pre-Chorus]
“Pride is a heavy lamp,” they murmur from the well,
But love writes its own lines in every story they tell.
[Chorus]
Ankam a booddo, Ankam a do woodi fabila,
We carry the weight, we keep the light, through rain and sable.
Ankam a booddo, Ankam a do woodi fabila,
From kin to kin we learn to rise, when the night is unstable.
[Verse 2]
Pawne timmi in the courtyard, hands stained with earth,
Old grudges like vines cling tight to roots from birth.
Debbo’s mother weeps softly, for a bridge not yet built,
While Fadimatou keeps the memory warm, never chilled.
[Pre-Chorus]
“Let kinship be the rope that holds when storms arrive,”
They answer with a song that keeps the village alive.
[Chorus]
Ankam a booddo, Ankam a do woodi fabila,
We carry the weight, we keep the light, through rain and sable.
Ankam a booddo, Ankam a do woodi fabila,
From kin to kin we learn to rise, when the night is unstable.
[Bridge]
In the dust of the donkey path, in the mouth of the drought,
We name what hurts and mend what hurts, we’ll find a route.
[Chorus]
Ankam a booddo, Ankam a do woodi fabila,
We carry the weight, we keep the light, through rain and sable.
Ankam a booddo, Ankam a do woodi fabila,
From kin to kin we learn to rise, when the night is unstable.
[Outro]
Gaadal’s silhouette at twilight, a vow kept clear and tall,
In the heart of the valley, we hold each other through it all.
