ZAWA IBA EHE


Candles burn, the incense smoke
Is dancing gently through the room
Come, come! Cannot wait
Until we’re holding in our arms



Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe



Come, come, let the drop of water that is you
become a hundred seas
The ocean becomes the drop of water too



Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe



In the language of my heart
I hear the caller calling
„Come, come, come!“
My heart is dancing, my soul is falling
Falling into the lovers arms
mmh



Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe



Candles burn, the incense smoke
Is dancing gently through the room
Here, here we are
Listening to the sound of one hand clapping

Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe
I bit you come to rejoice
Zawa iba, iba ehe
Zawa iba iba ah ehe



Verena Bruckner

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