Kourouma

Here, here the rain
Will never be a long night friend
Here, here the stars
Calling our names
Not alone, we are not alone here
One by one our time will come

We are the fruit cut from the trees
We are the sea throught the soul
We are the whispeared songs of war
Our youth cut from the bone

Our hand are [?] my friend
Yeah, these arms to burn
Some [?] by name, my friend
The children, children by your ears
Children by our tears

Here, here the rain
Will never be a long night friend
Here, here the stars
Calling our names
Not alone, we are not alone here
One by one our time will come

Dance the devil's ground
The beat it's all around
It will rise in overcome
Death, this will take no part
Death, will take no part

Here, here the rain
Will never be a long night friend
Here, here the stars
Calling our names
Not alone, we are not alone here
One by one our time will come