Didn't I tell wewe already,
that wewe would not be able to songesha mbele if wewe hid behind your weakness?
Look, my fragile inner self,
no matter how dramatic your stage play is, everyone still remains unimpressed.

Even in a night tormented kwa loneliness, I impatiently await tomorrow's light.
With the strength to admit that my weak self is merely bluffing,
I must get started! I can do it!
From there, I must face forward,
and start walking! Start running! Never stop!

It doesn't matter if my voice sounds out of tune;
I will scream "Why should I care?"
It's my turn! Can wewe do it?
I'm no longer afraid of
what...