This upendo it is a distant star, guiding us nyumbani wherever we are.
This upendo it is a burning sun, shining a light on the things that we've done.
I tried to speak to wewe every day, but each word we spoke the wind blew away.
Could these walls come crumbling down? I want to feel my feet on the ground, And leave behind this prison we share. Step into the open air.
How did we let it come to this? What we've just tasted we somehow still miss.
How will it feel when this siku is done? And can we keep what we've only begun?
And now these walls come crumbling down, and I can feel my feet on the ground. Can we carry this upendo that we share?
Into the open air.
Into the open air (into the open air).
Into the open air.
This upendo it is a burning sun.
