The Tears of NubiaTake me inMy dreams recurringCheerful asA childhood danceInto oneMore taste of freedomOne more longingBackward glanceIn the swayOf somber musicI shall neverUnderstandLet me slipInto the sweeterChorus ofThat other landThe dance of NubiaThe beautiful, the goldenThe radiant, the fertileThe gentle and the blessedThe pain of NubiaIs only for the momentThe spirit is always burningThough the flesh is torn apartIn the swayOf somber musicI shall neverUnderstandLet me slipInto the sweeterChorus ofThat other landThe dance of NubiaThe beautiful, the goldenThe radiant, the fertileThe gentle and the blessedThe pain of NubiaIs only for the momentFor the desolate and the sufferingThe plundered, the oppressedSon of NubiaThe glorious creationHis song grows sweetlyFor all the tearsOf NubiaPassing admirationThey wash into the riverAnd I'll never cry againFor the God of NubiaThough we have to keepThe spirit as divineAnd we are still its heartFor NubiaNever rust and fleetingThe spirit always burningThough the flesh is torn apartThe spirit always burningThough the flesh is torn apartThe spirit always burningThough the flesh is torn apartOur spirit always burningThough the flesh is torn apartOur spirit always burning