I believe in the patriarchs
Love has its pleasures
Load to separate
Fits his man

Denge I am cut off
Ah umate mate
I deceive myself
Mao mao tate

I don’t see it
As I climb the mountains
Tongue in the ear
My whole body is extinguished

I don’t see you
Both eyes I do not have
We start in the kitchen
Until the farmers we plowed

Yalah yalah yalah, yalah yalah
Oh yalah yalah yalah
Love has overwhelmed me, yalah yalah
It is great, yalah yalah
Zito, yalah yalah, yalah yalah

We would have been born long ago
I would say love togo
We drank on the porch
We chew pumpkins

I climbed into the yard
Mushroom garden
We know this
Baby eat vegetables

Now what police
If I miss you I will catch you
What court
If I do wrong, I will judge you

Love the bottle of balindi
We hugged the baby until we were drunk
What are the spacecraft
His chick is your own baby

I don’t see it
As I climb the mountains
Tongue in the ear
My whole body is extinguished

I don’t see you
Both eyes I do not have
We start in the kitchen
Until the farmers we plowed

Yalah yalah yalah, yalah yalah
Oh yalah yalah yalah
Love has overwhelmed me, yalah yalah
It is great, yalah yalah
Zito, yalah yalah, yalah yalah