Janka Nabay & the Bubu Gang - Rotin' Lyrics
Eh Ernest, Papa ErnestErnest KoromaPresident of SaloneEh, Ernest, Papa ErnestErnest KoromaPresident of SaloneWhen I go with bubu music abroadMy people don't even help meSome white people take this musicAnd take it right up thereAnd when they finishThey bring me down the mountainMountain, Mountain, Mountain, ValleyWhich kind of trouble these people are giving me?Mountain, Mountain, Mountain, ValleyWhich kind of hard times am I seeing?Mountain, Mountain, Mountain, ValleyThey are looking at me like they don't even know me.Mountain, Mountain, Mountain, ValleyAnd this, our people of Salone don't help our children.A Letter, A Letter, A Letter, I'm writing aletter to Sierra LeoneThe breeze fly with my feather - the feather that the eagle gives to meAnd the eagle broke my pot that I used to go fetch water withAnd this pot is given to me by the termitesThe termites ate my walking stick - the walking stick that Bomo gave meAnd Bomo ate my bird - the bird that I killed down the valleyMan, I ain't got shit!