Two wazungu, two watanzania
Running through kahawa
Hop skip shamba to shamba
Baba in snapped sandals and barefooting Mama
He swings as he runs, a machete dull, but strong
Mama behind heads wood kwa moto lean and long
Their watoto between (kwa siku moji zaidi)
Two wazungo, two watanzania
Racing the rain to the river bank
The large greedy maji drops dropping
On noses and kangas and toeses
As down slopped mahindi reaches ju ju ju
We go chini chini chini
Neath uvua na mungu (who we all know)
Na greyed blue na tin roofs
And then we’re under one.
We’ve made it.
Sijui vipi lakini nini ninaone ni beautiful
And good and the air smells safi
So now two wazungu, two watanzania
Stand watching the rain that no longer
Touches their heads and they are not sad
For tonight we are all children of ugali
And is this moment over? Bado.
Running through kahawa
Hop skip shamba to shamba
Baba in snapped sandals and barefooting Mama
He swings as he runs, a machete dull, but strong
Mama behind heads wood kwa moto lean and long
Their watoto between (kwa siku moji zaidi)
Two wazungo, two watanzania
Racing the rain to the river bank
The large greedy maji drops dropping
On noses and kangas and toeses
As down slopped mahindi reaches ju ju ju
We go chini chini chini
Neath uvua na mungu (who we all know)
Na greyed blue na tin roofs
And then we’re under one.
We’ve made it.
Sijui vipi lakini nini ninaone ni beautiful
And good and the air smells safi
So now two wazungu, two watanzania
Stand watching the rain that no longer
Touches their heads and they are not sad
For tonight we are all children of ugali
And is this moment over? Bado.