Like a diamond seeks the light
Like a starling to the sky
Like a newborn to the breast
Like a martyr to the test
Like green leaves to the sun,
You and I belong
A king does to his realm
A general to his men
A moth does to the flame
Or a queen to her domain
la, la, laa ! la-la!
Like a battered T-shirt, suspended on the washing line,
My nerves are wrung
Words have never been this difficult to say,
I drip-drop to dry in the afternoon sun
Moods changing like colours I run
There's nowhere to run to, except back to you.
Like a diamond seeks to the light
Like a starling to the sky
Like a newborn to the breast
Like a martyr to the test
Like green leaves to the sun,
You and i belong
A king does to his realm,
A general to his men,
A moth does to the flame
Or a queen to her domain
Ime fambe, iwe terere (I walk, you follow)
Like a drum counts to the time,
My heart beats for you
Two steps forward - i take two steps back. For you!