Aweh, asambe...
Eish, let the log drum speak.
Yebo, watch the hips move.
Under the streetlights of Jozi, we play,
A brand new rhythm that takes us away.
We mix the Amapiano with a rumba sway,
Slow-burn motion, we dance till the day.
Sho, listen to the keys as they start to descend,
This is a story that never will end.
Rumba-Piano, baby, move your waist,
Let the log drum drop, no need to haste.
Asambe, we glide, we feel the heat,
South African soul on a tropical beat.
Yebo, rumba-piano, feel the groove,
When the bassline kicks, we make the move.
The piano is crying, the bass is so deep,
This is the promise that we’re gonna keep.
From Soweto to Kinshasa, the rhythm is tight,
We’re holding each other, we’re doing it right.
Eish, baby girl, just follow my lead,
This sweet Amapiano is all that we need.
Rumba-Piano, baby, move your waist,
Let the log drum drop, no need to haste.
Asambe, we glide, we feel the heat,
South African soul on a tropical beat.
Yebo, rumba-piano, feel the groove,
When the bassline kicks, we make the move.
Sharp sharp, we out.
Just let it roll...
Aweh.