Eza ka anabilok w mi ssa tuwo basi bali nga wakule k ambo ngo
Eza respe, konsiderasyon, amwo
W mi tu nan ati w nan bongo na pwoch me basi ba w bo yayo
Mwa si nye fazan resklav ambo ngo te
Eza mwa si mw si so pese ka amwo,
pese boulingo,
pese respe,
pese konsiderasyon
Bo vanda gwen a lez a w deranje w te,
ato pese akel wote bo vanda lez
Mbongo somba a boulingo mwa si nye sote,
somba ka boulingo mwa so amiye bi te
Pa ibe valye anaye te
Mwa so amiye bi a ibe valye anaye
Ate ka boulingo ne nang bongo te,
il fwo merite anwo
Ekaws bwoy, a taste of fear,
midnights heavy,
cold as stone,
the streets,
they hum but feel alone
Where do you go when the lights go low?
Where do you go when the lights go low?
Neon scars on hollow skies,
wounded stars and fractured lies,
the night it breathes but barely tries
The rhythm cracks, it pulls me in,
a quiet screams beneath my skin,
midnights heavy,
cold as stone,
the streets,
they hum but feel alone
Where do you go when the lights go low?
Where do you go when the lights go low?
Neon scars on hollow skies,
wounded stars and fractured lies,
the night it breathes but barely tries
The rhythm cracks, it pulls me in,
a quiet screams beneath my skin,
midnights heavy,
cold as stone,
the streets,
they hum but feel alone
Where do you go when the lights go low?
Where do you go when the lights go low?