Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
Ile aye wa
Edje amoura si
Ile aye wa
Itche gbogbo wa ni
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
Ile aye wa
Edje amoura si
Ile aye wa
Itche gbogbo wa ni
More than ever cradle me
wrap me like a warm hug
more than ever talk to me
feed me,
Mother Earth
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
Ile aye wa
Edje amoura si
Ile aye wa
Itche gbogbo wa ni
More than ever cradle me
wrap me like a warm hug
more than ever talk to me
feed me,
Mother Earth
The warm nights of August
sometimes they wear an exotic smile
of a joyful and intense Africa
violated, abused and offended
maternal and fair
More than ever cradle me
and wrap me like a warm hug
more than ever talk to me
feed me,
Mother Earth
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
Agbado rin hoho wa le