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Текст песни: Eh mama
Look my life today
From the red dust
To the runaway plane
I came from a town with one long road
Where the sun talk strong and the rain talk slow
Where papa say
Boy
Keep your head so bold
Even when your pocket stay hollow
We dance on a field with broken shoes
Still the girls shine sweet like Sunday stew
If you fall down
They go carry you
Laugh small
Wipe your eyes
Start new
Now I see my people in the mirror
Every time I smile
They dey smile back clearer
Even when I’m far
I can feel that fever
Calling my name
Calling my name
Africa
My heart be beating your name
Every river
Every village
Same flame
From Lagos night to Cape Town rain
Home is calling
Home is calling
Africa
I carry you in my skin
Every border that I cross
You still win
If I lose myself in all this tin
Home is calling
Home is calling
I chop jollof rice in London cold
Tastes like story that my grandma told
About kings that never sell their soul
Even when the world want gold
On a busy street in New York night
I see Ankara colors catching light
Stranger greet me
Brother
You alright
One small word make the distance light
All the foreign cities getting nearer
But your dusty roads growing even dearer
When I close my eyes
You the only picture
Calling my name
Calling my name
Africa
My heart be beating your name
Every river
Every village
Same flame
From Nairobi sun to Accra rain
Home is calling
Home is calling
Africa
I carry you in my skin
Every border that I cross
You still win
If I lose myself in all this tin
Home is calling
Home is calling
From the taxi man shouting
ЮMy friend
We go
To the market noise singing stereo
To the night we pray when the light go low
We still dey glow
We still dey glow
Africa
My heart be beating your name
Every river
Every village
Same flame
From Lagos night to Cape Town rain
Home is calling
Home is calling
Africa
I carry you in my skin
Every border that I cross
You still win
If I lose myself in all this tin
Home is calling
Home is calling
Look my life today
From the red dust
To the runaway plane
I came from a town with one long road
Where the sun talk strong and the rain talk slow
Where papa say
Boy
Keep your head so bold
Even when your pocket stay hollow
We dance on a field with broken shoes
Still the girls shine sweet like Sunday stew
If you fall down
They go carry you
Laugh small
Wipe your eyes
Start new
Now I see my people in the mirror
Every time I smile
They dey smile back clearer
Even when I’m far
I can feel that fever
Calling my name
Calling my name
Africa
My heart be beating your name
Every river
Every village
Same flame
From Lagos night to Cape Town rain
Home is calling
Home is calling
Africa
I carry you in my skin
Every border that I cross
You still win
If I lose myself in all this tin
Home is calling
Home is calling
I chop jollof rice in London cold
Tastes like story that my grandma told
About kings that never sell their soul
Even when the world want gold
On a busy street in New York night
I see Ankara colors catching light
Stranger greet me
Brother
You alright
One small word make the distance light
All the foreign cities getting nearer
But your dusty roads growing even dearer
When I close my eyes
You the only picture
Calling my name
Calling my name
Africa
My heart be beating your name
Every river
Every village
Same flame
From Nairobi sun to Accra rain
Home is calling
Home is calling
Africa
I carry you in my skin
Every border that I cross
You still win
If I lose myself in all this tin
Home is calling
Home is calling
From the taxi man shouting
ЮMy friend
We go
To the market noise singing stereo
To the night we pray when the light go low
We still dey glow
We still dey glow
Africa
My heart be beating your name
Every river
Every village
Same flame
From Lagos night to Cape Town rain
Home is calling
Home is calling
Africa
I carry you in my skin
Every border that I cross
You still win
If I lose myself in all this tin
Home is calling
Home is calling
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