Yebo, asambe!
Aweh, we direct the groove tonight.
Sho!
The sun goes down in Jozi town,
We feel the bass shaking the ground.
The log drum is calling my name,
Nothing in the city is ever the same.
Grootman is buying the rounds,
We love these beautiful sounds.
Heita, sharp sharp, my friend,
This vibe is never going to end.
Yebo shaya, let the music play,
We gonna dance until the day.
Asambe, asambe, let’s move,
Lost inside this heavy groove.
Yebo shaya, feel the beat,
Dust rising from our feet.
From Soweto to Maputo bay,
We vibe the Amapiano way.
The piano keys start to fly,
Underneath the African sky.
No stress, no worries tonight,
Everything is looking so bright.
We step, we slide, we spin,
Let the magic begin.
Yebo shaya, let the music play,
We gonna dance until the day.
Asambe, asambe, let’s move,
Lost inside this heavy groove.
Yebo shaya, feel the beat,
Dust rising from our feet.
Sho, sharp sharp.
Aweh.
Asambe!