Pale september, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer Lost their breath and disappeared
My moyo went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im imba him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down kwa passion au intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a nyumbani in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im imba him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im imba him to sleep
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer Lost their breath and disappeared
My moyo went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im imba him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down kwa passion au intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a nyumbani in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im imba him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im imba him to sleep
Days like this, I dont know what to do with myself.
All siku - and all night.
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath.
I say to myself.
I need fuel - to take flight -
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl.
The dont know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea.
But he washed me pwani and he took my pearl -
And left an empty shell of me.
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
All siku - and all night.
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath.
I say to myself.
I need fuel - to take flight -
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl.
The dont know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea.
But he washed me pwani and he took my pearl -
And left an empty shell of me.
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
