Текст песни
On many a morning I'd wake up and
Something would trigger a memory of home
Think I've been gone for far too long
Far too long
If I could recapture my youth I would
Turn back the clock to a life I once knew
And lose myself like the wind in the trees
I dream of forests and I dream of wide open spaces
I dream of walking on red earth with no shoes in the rain of summer
I dream of the plans we laid
Of the games we played
Of promises made to last all time
When that day comes I will not fear the guns
Faith will be my ammunition
Prodigal was no invention
It's true
Man and kingdom will sound the horn and drum
On arrival in Addis Ababa
Green, gold, red and black
Behold my eyes
On many a morning I'd wake up and
Something would trigger a memory of home
Lomeetara shuromedha
If I could go back to my youth rediscover the places so old yet so new
I recall fine weather, simian breeze
I dream of forests and I dream of wide open spaces
I dream of walking on red earth with no shoes in the rain of summer
I dream of the plans we laid
Of the games we played
Of promises made to last all time
When the tale is told and the facts unfold
No price could be a consolation
Take me back to the land where I was birthed
King and country
I'll come home to see
Keep some land for me in Mandefara
No Safa Dome
Nor the ships of Rome
Can hold me back
Kafida al qotara
Wada lammaa bagebeya
Iskaasa minnaa warka
Lomeetara tara
Lomeetara
Maheereno wadasa
Wadasa
Lomeetara
Lomeetara
Maheereno
Maheereno wadasa
When that day comes I will not fear the guns
Faith will be my ammunition
Prodigal was no invention
It's true
Man and kingdom will sound the horn and drum
On arrival in Addis Ababa
Green, gold, red and black
Behold my eyes