[male
vocals] (
Soft,
sparse
guitar
melody)
Baama…
it
has
been
one
year.
The
air
is
still
thin,
and
the
sun
feels
cold.
Baama
bangu,
Bina
Mwaka,
the
memory
is
a
stone
On
the
twelfth
of
September,
you
left
me
all
alone
The
sky
went
dark
at
noon,
the
world
simply
ceased
to
be
The
light
of
my
existence,
drifting
away
from
me
We
laid
you
in
the
earth
on
the
sixteenth
day
And
part
of
my
own
spirit
was
buried
in
that
clay
My
heart,
it
stopped
beating,
the
moment
you
were
gone
How
do
I
find
the
strength
to
face
another
dawn?
Oh
Baama,
I
am
talking
to
the
silence
of
your
grave
They
said
that
family
stays,
that
love
is
what
they
save
But
the
day
the
soil
covered
you,
the
house
turned
into
stone
And
left
me
in
the
shadows,
wandering
all
alone
Baama,
can
you
hear
me?
I’
m
calling
out
your
name
Since
you
left
this
world,
nothing
feels
the
same
Then
came
the
morning
after,
the
coldness
of
their
eyes
Your
sisters
closed
the
door,
behind
their
heavy
lies
Your
brothers
turned
their
faces,
they
walked
away
so
fast
As
if
the
bond
of
blood
was
something
meant
to
last
They
looked
at
us
like
strangers, "
These
are
not
our
own"
They
cast
us
to
the
wind,
out
here
all
alone
This
house
that
once
called
me "
Mwangu"
with
such
pride
Now
calls
me "
Burden"
daily,
with
nowhere
left
to
hide
Oh
Baama,
I
am
talking
to
the
silence
of
your
grave
They
said
that
family
stays,
that
love
is
what
they
save
But
the
day
the
soil
covered
you,
the
house
turned
into
stone
And
left
me
in
the
shadows,
wandering
all
alone
Baama,
can
you
hear
me?
I’
m
calling
out
your
name
Since
you
left
this
world,
nothing
feels
the
same
I
sleep
beside
your
photo
every
single
night
Praying
that
your
spirit
might
step
into
the
light
They
lied
about
the
kinship,
they
lied
about
the
care
I
am
reaching
for
your
ghost,
but
you
are
never
there
Oh
Baama,
I
am
talking
to
the
silence
of
your
grave
They
said
that
family
stays,
that
love
is
what
they
save
But
the
day
the
soil
covered
you,
the
house
turned
into
stone
And
left
me
in
the
shadows,
wandering
all
alone
Baama,
can
you
hear
me?
I’
m
calling
out
your
name
Since
you
left
this
world,
nothing
feels
the
same
It
has
been
one
year,
Baama.
I
still
talk
to
your
grave.
Just
waiting
for
the
dawn.
Sleep
well,
Bina
Mwaka. (
Fading
guitar)