Shaded kwa the trees, calling out to the wind, I'm lying face-down crying
I saw a version of myself I didn't even recognize
On this guitar, gitaa I'm playing the melody of someone who's passed on
A nyota falls in the grief of someone who'll never be seen again
Please don't go, no matter how much wewe scream,
all it will do is quietly stir these machungwa, chungwa petals
Saved on my soft brow,
I send the memories in my palm far away
An eternal farewell as I keep strumming
The moyo of a child clinging to a gentle hand
The blazing wheels cast it off and continue on
On this guitar, gitaa I'm playing the grief of someone who's...
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