(Fast, rhythmic Isukuti drums kicking in, building intensity)
Yeah, yeah
Listen to the drums of the valley
The time is coming
Walela Wafula, the people are calling
Let the spirit rise, let the truth be told
The sun is rising over the western hills
The wind is blowing with a promise that fills
We see the vision, we see the light
Walela Wafula, leading the fight
From the village corners to the city gate
We choose our path, we master our fate
The years are passing, twenty-twenty-seven
We bring the change, like a gift from heaven
Oh, Walela Wafula, rise up high
Like the eagle soaring across the sky
Senator for the people, with a heart so true
We stand together, we stand with you
Beat the drums loud, let the rhythm flow
Walela Wafula, watch the harvest grow
Oh, Walela Wafula, rise up high
Like the eagle soaring across the sky
Your hands are open, your heart is strong
You’ve heard the struggle, you’ve heard the song
The people are waiting, the mandate is clear
To wipe away doubt, to conquer the fear
We need a leader who knows the soil
Who values the work, who values the toil
Walela Wafula, stand firm in the hall
You are the answer to the people’s call
Oh, Walela Wafula, rise up high
Like the eagle soaring across the sky
Senator for the people, with a heart so true
We stand together, we stand with you
Beat the drums loud, let the rhythm flow
Walela Wafula, watch the harvest grow
Oh, Walela Wafula, rise up high
Like the eagle soaring across the sky
Can you hear the beat? (The drums are calling)
Can you feel the heat? (The rain is falling)
We are the movement, we are the strength
We go the distance, whatever the length
Walela Wafula, forward we go
With the rhythm of life, watch the fire glow
Oh, Walela Wafula, rise up high
Like the eagle soaring across the sky
Senator for the people, with a heart so true
We stand together, we stand with you
Beat the drums loud, let the rhythm flow
Walela Wafula, watch the harvest grow
Oh, Walela Wafula, rise up high
Like the eagle soaring across the sky
Walela, lead us on
Twenty-twenty-seven, the day will dawn
Keep the rhythm, keep the pace
For the pride of the people, for the whole race
Isukuti drums, fading out
Walela Wafula, we have no doubt
(Drum beat fades into the distance)