Paroles et traduction Deeq - Tsietsing Tsa Letswalo (Feat) Tumisang Moremedi

Tsietsing Tsa Letswalo (Feat) Tumisang Moremedi

Tsietsing tsa letswalo
Ke bitsa go wena
O mamele thapelo
O nkutlwe Morena

Dear Lord, I know I'm the worst of the worst
Maybe it is witchcraft, maybe I am cursed
Ke lekile botshelo ka maano ga sekete
It seems the more I pray ke the more bo nna bokete
Fika lame I'm coming back to you again
Ka mangole on the ground and my soul full of pain
Dikeledi ke rothisa di ka tlatsa molapo
Ke feletswe ke tshepo, moko go setse marapo
Selefera ke e bona ditorong
Ditshipi di isitseng Morwamotho papolong
Di iphetotse khumo ya Motswana kgomo ya moshate
Tsa fetola losika baloi, ga ba nthate
Lapa la me le lwalla go sa fole
Malwetsi a pallang dingaka a botlhole
Bogolo ntlhofofaletse tlhe tumelo
Ke tsamae ka kagiso tsatsing la bofelo

Tsietsing tsa letswalo
Ke bitsa go wena
O mamele thapelo
O nkutlwe Morena

Tota matlho ga a je go gala dipelo
Di batla khumo tsa lefatshe jeno ka lobelo
Karata tsa lokgeto nkapa ka fitlhwa natso
Di kolota madi a moneelo le dikatso
Ga kena nako ya go ya kobamelong
My diary is filled up ke busy mo kgwebong
Ke botshelo jwa malatsi a se shweng
Matwetwe o feta le moruti ka boleng
Oh Morena, O iphitletseng kgakala
Bona fela jaaka ke bolawa ke ditsala
Come a little bit closer my savior
There's no one to help me they only do a favour
Melao ya go e lesome e a mpalla
Mme I know the whole constitution ba sa e mpalla
Mmala wa letlalo o ntira lekgoba
I'm doing what they do, ke fatsheng la Baroma

Tsietsing tsa letswalo
Ke bitsa go wena
O mamele thapelo
O nkutlwe Morena

Tsietsing tsa letswalo
Ke bitsa go wena
O mamele thapelo
O nkutlwe Morena

Sefela sa me e kete se tlhoka boleng
Se tshwana le lefoko la modidi kwa kgotlheng
My hard labour is still taken for granted
And those doing less work are heavily rewarded
Ke bona magetla go feta ditlhogo
Ba leme la ga mme ba ntatlhella mabogo
Bogosi bo fedile, go tlotlwa ranaga
Laws of justice di gataka Thamaga

Tsietsing tsa letswalo
Ke bitsa go wena
O mamele thapelo
O nkutlwe Morena

Tsietsing tsa letswalo
Ke bitsa go wena
O mamele thapelo
O nkutlwe Morena

Mmopi wa me, motlhodi wa dilo tsotlhe
Despite what I'm going through, le tse ba di buang
I know you gonna hear me and you will always be there for me
Hence I will forever love you
Amen, Amen
Thank you
Nkutlwe Morena

Days of Joy (Feat) Tumisang Moremedi

Days of joy
I call to you
Hear my prayer
Comfort me Lord

Dear Lord, I know I'm the worst of the worst
Maybe it is witchcraft, maybe I am cursed
I have tried life with a thousand plans
It seems the more I pray, the heavier I become
Finally, I'm coming back to you again
On my knees on the ground and my soul full of pain
My tears I shed, could fill a river
I've lost hope, only bones remain
I see silver in my dreams
The ships have taken the Morwamotho to war
They have become the wealth of a Motswana, a cow of the bush
They turned their lineage into witches, they don't take me
My family fights constantly
Diseases that doctors can't cure, are rampant
My faith has been burdened for so long
I will walk in peace on the last day

Days of joy
I call to you
Hear my prayer
Comfort me Lord

Even though eyes don't eat to satisfy hearts
They seek the wealth of this world with speed
I've played lottery tickets and lost with them too
They borrow money from offerings and bribes
There's no time to go to worship
My diary is filled up, I'm busy with business
It's a life of fleeting days
Greed surpasses even the pastor in importance
Oh Lord, you've hidden yourself far away
See how I'm being killed by friends
Come a little bit closer my savior
There's no one to help me, they only do me a favor
The ten commandments are against me
But I know the whole constitution is against me
The color of my skin makes me a slave
I'm doing what they do, I'm in the land of the Romans

Days of joy
I call to you
Hear my prayer
Comfort me Lord

Days of joy
I call to you
Hear my prayer
Comfort me Lord

My song, it seems, lacks quality
It's like the word of a fool in court
My hard labor is still taken for granted
And those doing less work are heavily rewarded
I see more thorns than heads
They trample on my mother's land, they disregard her wishes
Kingship has ended, deceit is rampant
Laws of justice trample on Thamaga

Days of joy
I call to you
Hear my prayer
Comfort me Lord

Days of joy
I call to you
Hear my prayer
Comfort me Lord

My creator, the maker of all things
Despite what I'm going through, and what they say
I know you gonna hear me and you will always be there for me
Hence I will forever love you
Amen, Amen
Thank you
Comfort me Lord