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Bale Washintu

ያገሬን ልጅ አልኩኝ እሱን ባለ ዋሽንቱን
የወንዜን ልጅ አልኩኝ እሱን ሠምቼ ድምፁን
ያገሬን ልጅ አልኩኝ እሱን ባለ ዋሽንቱን
የወንዜን ልጅ አልኩኝ እሱን ሠምቼ ድምፁን

ጎንበስ ቀና እያለ አዝመራው ከፊቴ
ቁልቁል ሲወረወር ከማዶ ፏፏቴ
ዋሽንቱን ሲጫወት ልስልስ ባለ ዜማ
ደና ሁን አሠኘኝ ደና ሁን ከተማ

ከግራ ገብሱን ከቀኝ ስንዴውን
አቋርጬ አልፌ ሳየው ሸጋውን
ልቤን እያመሠው የዋሽንቱ ዜማ
ደና ሁን አሠኘኝ ደና ሁን ከተማ

አሆ እማምዬ ደና ሁን ከተማ
አሆ እማምዬ ተሠነባበተኝ
አሆ እማምዬ ትሠማው የለም ወይ
አሆ እማምዬ ዋሽንቱ ሲጠራኝ
አሆ አማምዬ አንተ ያገሬ ልጅ
አሆ እማምዬ መዋያህ ከማማ
አሆ እማምዬ ወጣሁ ካንተ ላድር
አሆ እማምዬ ሠለቸኝ ከተማ

ያገሬን ልጅ አልኩኝ እሱን ባለ ዋሽንቱን
የወንዜን ልጅ አልኩኝ እሱን ሠምቼ ድምፁን
ያገሬን ልጅ አልኩኝ እሱን ባለ ዋሽንቱን
የወንዜን ልጅ አልኩኝ እሱን ሠምቼ ድምፁን

በለመለመው መስክ በወንዙ ዳርቻ
ዋሽንቱን ሲጫወት ሲተክዝ ለብቻ
ከጋራው ላይ ቆሜ ቁልቁል እያየሁት
በሱ ተማርኬ ከተማን ጠላሁት

ከግራ ገብሱን ከቀኝ ስንዴውን
አቋርጬ አልፌ ሳየው ሸጋውን
ልቤን እያመሠው የዋሽንቱ ዜማ
ደና ሁን አሠኘኝ ደና ሁን ከተማ

አሆ እማምዬ ደና ሁን ከተማ
አሆ እማምዬ ተሠነባበተኝ
አሆ እማምዬ ትሠማው የለም ወይ
አሆ እማምዬ ዋሽንቱ ሲጠራኝ
አሆ አማምዬ አንተ ያገሬ ልጅ
አሆ እማምዬ መዋያህ ከማማ
አሆ እማምዬ ወጣሁ ካንተ ላድር
አሆ እማምዬ ሠለቸኝ ከተማ

ጎንበስ ቀና እያለ አዝመራው ከፊቴ
ቁልቁል ሲወረወር ከማዶ ፏፏቴ
ዋሽንቱን ሲጫወት ልስልስ ባለ ዜማ
ደና ሁን አሠኘኝ ደና ሁን ከተማ

ያገሬው የወንዜው ያ ሸጋው እረኛ
ኮራ ቀብረር ያለው ጎፈሬው ደገኛ
ከብቶቹን እያየ ሲጫወት ዋሽንቱን
በደስታ ፈዝዤ አየዋለሁ እሱን

አሆ እማምዬ ደና ሁን ከተማ
አሆ እማምዬ ተሠነባበተኝ
አሆ እማምዬ ትሠማው የለም ወይ
አሆ እማምዬ ዋሽንቱ ሲጠራኝ
አሆ አማምዬ አንተ ያገሬ ልጅ
አሆ እማምዬ መዋያህ ከማማ
አሆ እማምዬ ወጣሁ ካንተ ላድር
አሆ እማምዬ ሠለቸኝ ከተማ

ሆ እማምዬ

ደና ሁን ከተማ ተሠነባበተኝ
ደና ሁን ደና ሁን ከተማ ተሠነባበተኝ
ትሠማው የለም ወይ ዋሽንቱ ሲጠራኝ

ሆ እማምዬ

Bale Washintu

My dear, I am longing for the son of my country, the drummer
My dear, I am longing for the son of my country, after hearing his voice
My dear, I am longing for the son of my country, the drummer
My dear, I am longing for the son of my country, after hearing his voice

He dances in front of me, his dress shimmery
He strums, stirring the air from his instrument
He plays the drums, humming a sweet tune
My dear, he enchants me; my dear, the city has wronged me

From the left, wheat; from the right, barley
Wrapped in a garment I spun and weaved
My heart is filled with the melody of the drums
My dear, he enchants me; my dear, the city has wronged me

Oh my mother, my dear, the city has wronged me
Oh my mother, my dear, I am homesick
Oh my mother, my dear, can you not hear it
Oh my mother, my dear, the drums are calling me
Oh my mother, my dear, you are the daughter of my country
Oh my mother, my dear, you raised me
Oh my mother, my dear, I left you to live in the city
Oh my mother, my dear, the city has wronged me

My dear, I am longing for the son of my country, the drummer
My dear, I am longing for the son of my country, after hearing his voice
My dear, I am longing for the son of my country, the drummer
My dear, I am longing for the son of my country, after hearing his voice

In the green fields, near the riverbanks
He plays his drums, alone in solitude
I stand on the hillside, watching him play
I have learned from him, and I have forsaken the city

From the left, wheat; from the right, barley
Wrapped in a garment I spun and weaved
My heart is filled with the melody of the drums
My dear, he enchants me; my dear, the city has wronged me

Oh my mother, my dear, the city has wronged me
Oh my mother, my dear, I am homesick
Oh my mother, my dear, can you not hear it
Oh my mother, my dear, the drums are calling me
Oh my mother, my dear, you are the daughter of my country
Oh my mother, my dear, you raised me
Oh my mother, my dear, I left you to live in the city
Oh my mother, my dear, the city has wronged me

He dances in front of me, his dress shimmery
He strums, stirring the air from his instrument
He plays the drums, humming a sweet tune
My dear, he enchants me; my dear, the city has wronged me

The son of my country, the son of my country, the drummer
The brave warrior with the shield
Watching over his cattle, playing the drums
I am filled with joy, watching him

Oh my mother, my dear, the city has wronged me
Oh my mother, my dear, I am homesick
Oh my mother, my dear, can you not hear it
Oh my mother, my dear, the drums are calling me
Oh my mother, my dear, you are the daughter of my country
Oh my mother, my dear, you raised me
Oh my mother, my dear, I left you to live in the city
Oh my mother, my dear, the city has wronged me

Oh my mother, my dear

The city has wronged me, I am homesick
The city has wronged me, the city has wronged me, I am homesick
Can you not hear it, the drums calling me

Oh my mother, my dear