Paroles et traduction Mani Martin - Ndaraye

Ndaraye

Ijoro ryacyeye naraye ndose,
Ngo mbona barya bana basimbuka
Akagozi, mbona na ba babyeyi bateze urugori...
Cyo mbwira ndahakumbuye mama, ayi mama ndaraye shenge
(Iyeeee)
Ese mama ndaye ntaramanye na nde?
(Iyeeee)
Ese ndaye ndi butahe iwacu,
Naho iw' abandi harahanda iw'abandi si ahantu
Iwacu shenge ntihabayo imbeho nk'iy'ahandi hahora akayaga
Gahora gahehereye, ayo mahumbezi akagutera gususuruka ayiweee!!
Cyo mbwira ndahakumbuye mama, ayi mama ndaraye shenge
(Iyeeeeh)
Ese mama ndaye ntaramanye na nde?
(Iyeeeeh)
Ese ndaye ndi butahe iwacu,
Naho iw'ahandi harahanda iw'abandi si ahantu...
Cyo mbwira ndahakumbuye mama, iwacu shenge se haracyaba abakobwa,
Ese ba bahungu baracyahamiriza cyane,
Ese ba bakambwe baracyamenya gushyenga, Ayiweeee...
Cyo mbwira ndahakumbuye mama
Ayi mama ndaraye shenge
(Iyeeeeh)
Ese mama ndaye ntaramanye na nde?
(Iyeeeeh)
Ese ndaye ndi butahe iwacu,
Naho iw'ahandi harahanda iw'abandi si ahantu...
Nkumbuye na twa tuyira tujya iwacu,
Mbwira se twa tugezi turacyatembana ubwuzu,
Ese ikirere cyaho cyiracyera, utuyuzi twaho se two turacyera ibisabo,
Ese udusozi twaho turacyahagaze nk'ibere rya
Bigogwe, nyiramubande mu mataba ateze neza irampamagara...
Cyo mbwira ndahakumbuye mama
Ayi mama ndaraye shenge
(Iyeeeeh)
Ese mama ndaye ntaramanye na nde?
(Iyeeeeh)
Ese ndaye ndi butahe iwacu,
Naho iw'ahandi harahanda iw'abandi si ahantu...
Iyeheee ayi mama ndaraye shenge, ese mama ndaye ntaramanye na nde,
Ese ndaye ndi mutahe iwacu naho
Iw'abandi harahanda iw'abandi si ahantu...

Ndaraye

In the night, I lie awake and think,
Seeing children playing as I roam
In the streets, their faces full of joy...
My thoughts drift to you, my mother, I miss you so
(Oh)
My dear mother, who are my parents?
(Oh)
Am I an outcast in my own home?
Though I have others, they are not my people
My home is where there is no joy, only sadness
Tears stream down my face as I long for your embrace, oh!
My thoughts drift to you, my mother, I miss you so
(Oh)
My dear mother, who are my parents?
(Oh)
Am I an outcast in my own home?
Though I have others, they are not my people...
My thoughts drift to you, my mother, where are the girls?
Do the boys still gather in the fields?
Do the young men still dance and sing? Oh!
My thoughts drift to you, my mother
I miss you so
(Oh)
My dear mother, who are my parents?
(Oh)
Am I an outcast in my own home?
Though I have others, they are not my people...
I miss the paths that led to our home,
Tell me, are the rivers still flowing strong?
Is the sky as clear, and do the trees still bear their fruit,
Do the mountains still stand tall as before?
Nyiramubande, in the lush valleys, your voice echoes...
My thoughts drift to you, my mother
I miss you so
(Oh)
My dear mother, who are my parents?
(Oh)
Am I an outcast in my own home?
Though I have others, they are not my people...
Oh, my mother, I miss you so, who are my parents,
Am I an outcast in my own home,
Though I have others, they are not my people...