We are the stars which sing
we sing with our
light;
we are the birds of fire,
we fly over the sky
our light is a
voice;
we make a road
for the spirit
to pass over
We are like the wind,
wrapped,
luminous wind,
we make a road
for the spirits to pass over
for the spirits to pass over.
ʻOuto, ba
mwen son ou e,
outo, ba mwen son ou e,
tanbouye, o ba mwen son ou,
soley leve.ʼ
Outo, give me your sound,
outo, give me your sound,
drummer, give me your sound.
The sun
rises.
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